""Claire… you were pregnant?" Liam's voice cracked, the usually commanding Alpha suddenly looking like a man who'd lost everything.
I could see it in his eyes—the shock, the dawning horror as the doctor's words sank in.
"Two months along. The fall caused a complete detachment. She's lucky to survive."
The same fall Breanne caused. The same day, he carried her away in his arms and left me bleeding in the dirt.
I didn't answer.
My eyes stayed fixed on the white hospital wall, because if I looked at him, I might remember the way I used to love him.
I could still feel the rush of pain in my body. I'd looked for him through the blur of tears and pain, hoping he would trust me. But he never did.
He stepped closer, hand hovering. "Why didn't you tell me?"
A bitter laugh escaped. "Would it have mattered? You ignored my calls when rogues attacked me. You carried her when I was losing our child. You made your choice."
His jaw clenched. "Claire—"
I met his gaze for the first time, my voice steady. "And today, I've also made mine. We're done."
I stood at the gate of the Sterling Moon Packhouse, clutching a cake box that had begun to melt in the summer heat.
My usually pristine blonde hair was now stuck to my neck and face in damp strands, and my designer dress was now ruined with mud and swamp stains.
I hadn't meant to arrive at my third mating anniversary looking like I had been dragged through a hedge backward and then tossed in the swamp lands beyond the pack grounds.
But then again, being cornered and ambushed by rogues, conveniently knowing my whereabouts without an escort or protection, wasn't exactly part of my agenda either.
A mysterious yet heroic stranger had rescued me and driven me back to the edge of my mate’s pack territory when Liam Sterling, my mate and the pack's Alpha, hadn't answered any of my fifteen frantic calls.
I had almost convinced myself he was simply busy orchestrating some grand anniversary surprise.
That had to be it. Otherwise, why else would he send me out alone for the cake retrieval and then not bother to answer my calls?
I quickened my pace toward the entrance of the packhouse, not wanting to delay the celebration any longer than I already had. I rounded the corner only to stop dead at the sight before me.
The entire packhouse had been transformed with floral arches, helium balloons, and an enormous banner.
My fingers tightened around the cake box. I had doubts about walking into the grand hall; perhaps I should slip upstairs to change first. Then Liam's familiar voice called out.
"There's my beautiful mate! Took you long enough, sweetheart. Everyone's waiting for the cake. Were the directions not clear enough?" He teased, not taking in the dishevelled state of my appearance or the fact that my smile didn’t reach my eyes.
He often failed to see me.
I looked up to find my mate looking devastatingly handsome in a white Tom Ford suit, his gray waistcoat accentuating those broad shoulders I used to trace my fingers over. He hadn't dressed like this for me in years.
I pushed aside the gnawing doubts starting to fill my heart and embraced the fact that he was trying to make things right.
This was not the time to voice my disappointments with his lack of attention or concern.
We're here to celebrate our mate bond with the pack. This was also the year that he promised to swear me in as the official Luna, to lead by his side. Three years of proving myself capable despite not having a wolf of my own, and now here we were.
My lips began curving into a smile despite myself.
Maybe the rogues and the ambush, the ruined dress, the ignored calls—perhaps none of it mattered now that I was home. Liam would keep me safe, and we were going to announce that I was stepping into a role that should have been mine when we first mated.
"Liam, I was just—" I was about to explain the rogues, the ambush, the mysterious saviour, but was cut off mid-sentence.
"Liam! Is that my cake?" A shrill voice interrupted as Breanne Telder materialized behind Liam, looping her arm through his as though it was where she belonged.
She was Liam’s father's Beta’s daughter. Otherwise known as the third wheel in our relationship and the pick me girl that Liam always did. She was also not supposed to be here. She was sent away a while ago, and Liam promised to focus solely on us.
"You flew me home just for this birthday surprise? Best Alpha bestie ever!"
The cake box slipped from my fingers, landing with a sickening splat on the custom marble flooring beneath me. The same flooring I wanted to either swallow me or Breanna up in this moment.
Birthday surprise? What the heck did that mean?
Those two words echoed in my skull like gunshots.
For weeks, I had known Liam was planning something secretive. The custom-ordered flowers were delivered under the cover of darkness. The expensive Eclipse Stone rough he'd purchased at auction. All those whispered phone calls I had pretended not to hear.
It all led to this moment, but it wasn’t the moment I had expected.
I had woven every scrap of evidence into fantasies of candlelit vows renewed, of Liam dropping to one knee all over again. Even when he hadn't picked up during my attack from rogues, I had made excuses for him.
Now Breanne's smug smile shattered those delusions like a hammer through stained glass.
"What were you thinking, Claire?" Stephanie Sterling's razor-sharp heels clicked across the flooring as she advanced. "We've been waiting two hours for that cake! You can’t do one single task; no wonder you will never be Luna material for the Sterling Moon pack."
Stephanie was Liam's mother. From the moment I mated into the Alpha family, Stephanie had made no secret of her dislike; she was the reason Liam was convinced to hold off and force me to prove myself as Luna material.
Over time, that contempt had only grown bolder, more vicious, no longer even pretending to hide it.
Failing to see Liam, their Alpha, standing up for me, much of the pack started to support and see the validity in the points that their retired Luna was making.
My hands shook. "This was supposed to be our anniversary party."
Liam caught my elbow and steered me out of the room for privacy. "Baby, I'd planned a surprise for you, but Breanne asked for a pack-wide birthday celebration when she returned, so—"
"So, instead of standing up for your mate, yet again, you conceded and did what they wanted. It’s fine for me to be let down, but not her? Message received, Liam."
I wrenched my arm free, the movement sending fresh pain through my bruised ribs from the attack. I doubled over with a gasp.
Before Liam could reach for me, Stephanie's voice sliced through the garden again. "Liam! Stop coddling her and get over here. This is why the wolfless should never hold ranks; they're weak and attention grabbers. Forget the cake, we'll just serve the petit fours instead."
"Coming." He hesitated, then pressed a kiss to my temple. "We'll talk later."
I remained crouched in the foyer of the packhouse as another wave of pain, this one far deeper than physical, crashed over me. Not a single pack member had asked why I looked like I'd been in a car wreck, why I'd been crying.
From the other room where everyone gathered, the opening chords of "Happy Birthday" floated toward me. Each syrupy note felt like another papercut to my heart.
It hit me suddenly—I hadn't celebrated a birthday since mating into the Alpha family, not once, though my own fell just days apart from Breanne's. And Liam had known this; he made a joke about the coincidence of his two best gals' being birthday buddies, but mine was always overshadowed. He quickly forgot about mine.
I wiped my cheeks, giving myself a self-mocking smile. I should have known better than to hope for something more than what I already received.
As the sun dipped low, I rose, my shadow stretching lonely behind me. Without a word, I climbed the stairs and clicked the bedroom door shut of the Alpha suite.
Under the bathroom's harsh lighting, I peeled off my ruined dress and threw it in the trash. Steam fogged the mirrors as I scrubbed at skin that still felt dirty from the rogue's hands. I stayed under the scalding water until my fingers pruned.
Wrapped in an oversized robe, I sat curled on the window seat watching party lights twinkle below until the last guest departed.
At 11:00 PM, the bedroom door finally creaked open. I didn't turn when Liam's familiar cologne filled the room.
I heard him hang up his jacket, then felt his whiskey-warm hands on my shoulders.
"Happy anniversary, my beautiful, stunning mate." His lips brushed my ear. "Guess what I got you?"
I shrugged him off. "I honestly don't care."
He knelt before me, producing a velvet box with the flourish of a magician. "I had this carved from that Eclipse Stone rough. It is rumoured to help awaken latent wolfen spirits, strengthen auras and bring new beginnings.”
Liam fastened the pendant around my neck. The cold stone settled between my chest like a brand.
"Stunning." He kissed the hollow of my throat. "I was thinking that it’s been three years since we mated, and you have done so well proving yourself to me and this pack. I want us to now try for a pup. Bring this pack a new heir.”
"Yeah, that’s not happening," I rejected the idea instantly.
His chuckle was dark velvet. "You won't have to lift a finger, darling. I'll do all the—"
"Liam." I met his gaze for the first time that night. “I want to submit an official request to break our mate bond!”
My mind was made up before he finally came to our room.
This wasn't like my previous impulsive threats in an attempt to get him to see the mistakes he was continuously making in our bond.
This time, I was genuinely determined to leave.
Three years of mateship flashed through my mind. I had lost count of how many times Liam had prioritized Breanne over my feelings or dismissed me because his mother said so.
Who was his mate, and who was just a friend? I could no longer answer that question, and I was tired of trying to defend us.
We weren’t bonded. Not the way the typical Alpha and mate were. It was usual for an Alpha never to leave his Luna’s side. She was his number one priority, even though the pack came second. The Alpha's mate was the heart of the pack and respected as an equal, but I was neither of those things. I haven’t been from the start. Breanne, even though she was briefly sent away, was still respected and noticed more than I could even hope for.
If someone kept treating you in ways you disliked, it was because you allowed it.
I had let it slide every other time. But today, Liam had crossed my final line.
This day was our third anniversary. I didn’t care that he forgot my birthday, dinners, or events we planned together. I did, however, care about this milestone moment.
A promise he made was long forgotten.
This was that tipping point for my patience.
“Really, Claire? You are threatening to reject our mate bond again? Don't say that every time you're upset, sweetheart. I was wrong about today. I'll make it up to you tomorrow."
My eyes showed no emotion. “Don't bother. Not everything can be made up, and you can only backburner your mate for so long before she grows tired of being at the bottom of the priorities, Liam.”
"Of course, this can be fixed. There's always next year. We will have a pup by then, and you will have long forgotten this little hiccup and tantrum."
Liam pushed me down onto the sofa, kissing my face tenderly. With my hands pinned above my head, I wasn’t able to push him off.
He expected the topic of having pups would appease me and calm my boiling anger. I had had enough of his nonsense and non-committal ways.
I stared blankly at the ceiling as tears unexpectedly rolled down my cheeks. I lay like a dead weight.
In the past, whenever we would fight or I would throw a tantrum, as Liam would title it, all he would do was use the mate bond against me. His kisses, his touch, his desires would wear me down, and I would accept his hollowed words of apology and his flashy gifts as though they meant something more than pacifying childish behaviour, in his mind.
But this time, even though he held me down and I couldn’t resist, I was also not participating or encouraging him to continue. He was so self-absorbed that he couldn’t even realize that I wasn’t a willing participant. I was motionless, soundless, non-responsive.
As Liam kept kissing me, his hands touched every part of my bruised body, utterly unaware of the pain he was inflicting both physically and emotionally.
I felt his body suddenly freeze at the sound of a whimpered sob that slipped out of me. He looked out with hooded eyes, which quickly sobered and turned serious when he saw the tears in my eyes.
His expression was frozen in panic. "Baby, why are you crying?" He quickly turned on the light. "Wait—you seemed off when you came home. Did something happen?"
Finally, he remembered, but the damage between us was already done.
My heart twisted, wishing that it didn’t take crying while he wanted her attention to cover his mistakes for him to notice something was wrong. At the thought of how much distance was between us, more tears fell.
Under the light, Liam finally saw the slight swelling on my face, the scratches on my arms and body, and the deep gash on my right leg with dried blood.
His pupils contracted. "What happened?"
I could sense his wolf stirring under the surface. It was clear that someone had hurt me, but they were only now realizing it.
Just as I opened my mouth, his phone rang.
I looked at the screen and rolled my eyes. Of course, it was Breanne.
Liam sighed and offered a small apologetic smile before he answered in front of me. "Breanne, what's wrong?"
"Liam, I think I ate something bad. My stomach hurts so much. Can you take me to the hospital?" Breanne's sugary voice came through.
Liam automatically started to agree. I could see his eyes widen with panic at the thought that she was in pain. But right before he responded, he looked at me and my reddened, tear-filled eyes.
"It's late. Claire and I are already in bed. Ask Mom if there's any medicine at home."
Stephanie's sharp voice interrupted, "Liam, come now! This isn't ordinary pain. It could be appendicitis! She's pale as a ghost!"
Liam's brow furrowed. "Fine. I'm coming."
My heart sank like a stone. I shook my head in disbelief and turned away, refusing to meet his eyes. Yet again, I was pushed aside.
Liam dressed quickly but hesitated at the door. After a long moment, he took my hand. "You're hurt too. Come with me, we'll get you checked at the hospital."
That single word, "too", cut like a knife.
I laughed dryly. "No need. Go ahead, play hero for another woman. If your mate's pain is less important than staying and understanding what happened, then your friend who has a stomach ache, don’t bother dragging me around like an accessory with false concern. I'd rather be alone."
Liam stiffened. He opened his mouth to speak, but the phone kept ringing insistently.
Finally, he sighed and pressed his black card into my hand.
"Buy whatever you want. Consider it an apology."
The door slammed shut.
I weighed the card in my palm and smiled bitterly. Liam only ever had two ways to appease me—attention or money.
It used to work. I fooled myself into believing it meant he cared, that he wasn’t good with expressing emotions, but I saw it for what it was now.
This time, his sweet talk won't work.
I walked to the closet and in the back corner, I pulled out my old suitcase. Inside was the most valuable thing I owned. My freedom. It was an official Rejection agreement signed the night before our mating.
Back then, Liam had insisted on accepting our mate bond despite his family's objections. Afraid of being trapped in a toxic pack and mating, I had made him sign this; if I ever wanted to break the bond, he had to agree unconditionally.
I thought we’d never need it. Liam had probably forgotten it existed.
But I hadn't.
During one fight, I had even consulted a lawyer who confirmed its validity. I could file for an official rejection of the bond with just this document and the one-month cooling-off period. Since he had already signed it, there was no need for Liam's consent for me to file it now. The Elders within the Council would perform the rejection ceremony within their own chambers. There was no need for either of us to be present. That was typically why Alphas refrained from preemptively signing these types of contracts. It relinquished control without their knowledge.
Now was the time.
I didn't sleep all night; I couldn’t. Instead, I spent those hours cutting up every photograph of us together.
There weren’t many, I realized.
My phone was filled with pictures of Liam whenever I could sneak photos when he was distracted or busy. He was honestly an Adonis of a man. But three years together, we had exactly twenty-three pictures of us together as a couple, and only thirteen of those were just Liam and me. The remaining ten were with Breanne.
I snuck downstairs before anyone else woke up and went into Liam's office. There on the desk was a picture. It was of him and Breanne, hugging and smiling into the camera. They looked happy.
Too happy.
My inner bitter self was vomiting at the sight.
On the other side of the desk was a picture of the three of us.
That's right, not me and my mate. It was Breanne pressed against Liam's side, smiling up at him, and I was smiling at the camera on the other side. My arm was linked around his, and he was smiling, but for which female in the picture, your guess was as good as mine.
I took the picture out of the frame, and bent it so that I was folded to the back. There, now he had two perfect couple pictures of him and Breanne. I will simply bow out of this weird three-way relationship.
By dawn, I had already filed the official rejection agreement papers at the Council's registry office. Then I donated all the designer outfits Liam had bought me to charity.
Afterward, I drove out of the pack grounds for a few hours to pawn every piece of jewelry he'd ever given me at the local broker's.
I didn’t want it getting back to Liam, or the pack gossip mill to run rampant with their own speculations. Not yet anyway.
It was a surprisingly large chunk of money in return, one thing I knew for sure about Liam. When he was grovelling for his indifferences and mistakes, he never cheaped out on the apology jewelry.
The broker didn’t have the full amount on hand, so I opted to have it wired, which worked fine for me. I opened a new bank account and provided them with the necessary information.
I returned to the packhouse early that afternoon. I had requested that the gardener cut down the Cherry Blossom tree in the pack’s courtyard. He was ordered to burn every branch and leaf until only ashes remained.
When I agreed to mate with Liam, I had my reservations because his family didn’t support their Alpha heir accepting the bond to a wolfless orphan with average financial standings.
Liam planted the tree as a token of his pledge of devotion to us and our bond.
I fell for it, thinking it would make us stronger. But I was wrong.
By late afternoon, I had either sold, donated or destroyed every token of Liam and his devotion to me and our bond: everything but the Eclipse stone pendant.
Some legends state that the Moon Goddess herself blessed the eclipse stone to strengthen the will of the wolfless.
Call me a fool, but it still served as a sliver of proof that at some point, he did care enough to seek out the stone for me.
Now that everything was removed, it was time for me to step out and prepare everything for my new life after this month-long cooldown period ended, and I was no longer the unwanted mate of Alpha Liam Sterling.
I knew I had to be smart and figure out my path now, as I had no family to turn to once the rejection was completed.
When I was seven, my father had disappeared after a mountain climbing accident. It was speculated that rogues were involved, as they were heavy in the area at the time. My mother re-mated not long afterwards, and we became part of the Thorne family.
They were the overlords, if you will, of the Crown of Thornes Pack, rivals of The Sterling Moon pack and next door neighbours to the territory.
My mother left the Thorne family after accusations and rumours of her infidelity and gambling debts. I didn’t believe it, but it seemed that everyone else did. I had no idea where she even went. She certainly didn’t seek me out after she left that night, abandoning me.
The only person who would even be considered family at this point was Lucien Thorne.
He was my former stepbrother from my mother's second mating. However, Lucien was notorious for his short temper, and he constantly mistreated me while we lived under the same roof, so I would sooner wind up homeless than seek his help.
The heat of Liam’s black card was burning a hole in my pocket, serving as a reminder of his literal words: “Buy whatever you want and consider it as an apology.”
Okay! I will.
I went to the bank and after the teller spoke with the branch manager to confirm my approval of using the Alpha’s account for a withdrawal, yup, that's right, I held no status, so I wasn’t even recognized with authority over our marital account; I withdrew one million dollars from his account.
It was insulting and frustrating to know that Breanne can walk in here and not have as many hoops to jump through to get at my mate’s money. But that’s fine. I have already started to let go of my hold on him emotionally. My head has already done so.
As I waited for the teller to return with the funds, my phone rang.
Liyah Cruz.
She was my closest friend before I accepted the bond with Liam. Liam didn’t like her influence on me, as he put it, so over the years, our friendship became strained.
For her to be reaching out and calling me now, it had to be important.
"Liyah? What's wrong?" I answered right away.
"Oh, thank the Goddess. Claire, the International Equestrian Championships start in a month, but I just got injured during training." Liyah's voice was thick with disappointment. "Claire, you were the most talented rider we knew. I could think of no one else to take over. Could you compete in my place?"
The memories came flooding back.
Had I not mated with Liam, I might have become as renowned as Liyah in equestrian circles.
But Liam had disapproved of me riding; he often called it unladylike. He'd gone as far as going behind my back and selling my beloved white stallion, Mirage, to a good owner, cutting off my last connection to the sport.
The silence stretched until Liyah sighed. "I forgot your mate doesn't allow—"
"I'll do it," I interrupted. "One month. I'll be ready."
Liyah's excited squeal pierced through the receiver. "Really? Oh my Goddess! Everyone always said you shouldn't have given up your talent for mating! You're finally coming back to us!"
My hand trembled around the phone.
Yes, before mating into the Sterling Moon pack and Alpha family, I had shone so brightly.
Before Liam, I used to be many things. I was the university's star student—straight A's in every subject. A gifted painter, champion rider, runway model, master chef, and award-winning debater—there was nothing I couldn't excel at.
But three years of mating had eroded it all. I hadn't touched a paintbrush in years. I have forgotten how to walk a runway, and even lost my sharp tongue in arguments—forced to submit to even my mate's family and house staff.
Only my cooking skills remained polished because I have cooked for Liam every single day since the beginning of our bond acceptance.
Only now did I realize how much of myself I had sacrificed.
But it wasn't too late. I could still start over.
This was that chance to start taking my life by the reins, so to speak, and returning to the Claire that used to walk proudly with her chin held high.
I met Liyah at the stables we once rode at together.
“Thank you, Claire-bear. I can’t believe you are actually here.” Liyah launched herself on top of me, despite her knee brace.
I thought I understood what I gave up to be with Liam, my mate, but I didn’t understand a fraction of it. This crazy woman, who used to be my world, wrapped around me. How did I let him separate us?
“It’s me who should thank you, Lee-Lee. I’ve missed you. I’m sorry. No more boys between us, I promise.” I sobbed.
Liyah looked up, and I saw the understanding in her eyes.
We both wiped our faces and laughed at our equally blotchy faces.
“Okay, later, we'll discuss everything!” She looked at me with as much conviction as her tiny body could muster. I nodded and smiled. “But now, let me introduce you to Diva, my stallion. Just a warning, he lives up to the name periodically. I think it’s an adorable quirk for him and refuse to break it out of him. You’ll love him!”
Liyah leads us to the stables, where we meet the horse.
Liyah was right. We matched instantly.
It isn’t easy for a shifter to bond with a stallion, but I never had those worries. I was always able to click with any animal, to the point where Liyah's brother spent a year calling me freaking snow white! I hated it, but he wasn’t wrong.
I galloped across the equestrian field at dawn, the stallion I rode was kicking up dew as it raced toward the rising sun.
Then I saw them.
Liam and Breanne shared a white mare, ambling toward my direction.
Breanne was dressed in her pristine white riding jodhpurs with the matching show coat, leaned back against Liam's chest. Liam's attire was the stark contrast of black on black. I watched him bend his head low, whispering something in Breanne’s ear, causing a fit of giggles from her.
I had waited for him to return all night. When I had reached out and called him to ask if he would be returning that night, I was told, by him, that since Breanna needed an emergency appendectomy, he would not leave her side until she recovered.
That was when I cut up our photos, burning them to ashes.
As I watch them now, a question came to my mind, causing my brow to arch. When did appendectomy patients start riding horses the next day?
My grip tightened on the reins just as Breanne spotted me.
“Oh! Liam, how spooky. Doesn’t that woman look just like Claire!”At her teasing words, I watched as Liam's head snapped up.
There, I sat astride my stallion, the tailored navy riding jacket accentuating my hourglass figure, my gaze glacial. I knew he felt it.
Dismounting, Liam approached until he could only see the sharp angle of my jaw.
"Sweetheart, since when do you ride? I thought you quit that. You should've told me you were coming."
The memory of his and Breanne’s intimate pose churned my stomach. I pressed a hand to my mouth to keep from being sick at the thought before answering flatly.
"Would you have answered if I called?"
This acidic tone only emerged when I was furious. Liam's smile turned placating.
"My fault—left my phone in the car. It turned out to be a false alarm about Breanne's appendix. Since she's competing in the International Equestrian Championships next month, I was only helping her practice."
Breanne urged her mare forward, pouting. "Liam, why must we explain everything to her? Come back, we have more important things to focus on. You haven't finished teaching me."
"An International Championship contender needs amateur instruction? How curious. I wonder if anyone else here is getting that kind of coaching? But, Liam, if she requires coaching, I'll do it." As Liam turned, my voice froze him.
Liam’s expression initially fell flat at my words, but he quickly brightened at my offer.
"Exactly! Breanne, Claire won that championship years ago."
'How touching that he finally remembered I have value,' I thought bitterly.
Breanne bit her lip. "But—"
After years together, I knew Breanne’s games. She wasn’t as nervous on a horse as she portrayed. It was all an act for Liam.
"No buts." I raised my riding crop. "Let's ride."
The crop came down on Breanne's mare, which bolted forward with a whinny as Breanne shrieked.
Liam paled. "Claire! She wasn't ready—"
"Real trainers surprise their students." My amber eyes glinted. “Your coddling would've kept her mediocre forever.”
Dust sprayed Liam's face as I galloped after Breanne, leaving him standing there, cheeks burning as if slapped.
Good. This was just the beginning of my resistance.
Breanne and I raced across the field. Though I was starting late, my black stallion, Diva, was not one to be outshone, and we soon overtook Breanne's white mare.
For three years, Breanne had only seen the docile, obedient Claire. This commanding version, I’m sure, was unnerving.
I could hear her growling, which, to be honest, was only slowing her own horse down. Her mare would not be able to focus on a race, with its rider losing its hold over herself. It was bound to spook her mare soon, and if she weren’t careful, she would get bucked.
But as the saying goes, not my circus, not my monkeys. Diva and I were focused on ourselves.
I could sense Breanne's determination to beat me. But, no matter how she pushed her champion mare, I remained ahead. As Diva and I passed her again, I caught a flash of movement from Breanne out of the corner of my eye.
She pulled a hairpin out of her pocket and hurled it at Diva. That hairpin had been a gift from her friend at her birthday party, and she had been keeping it close to her chest just now. It was made of silver, and the sharp end drove hard into Diva's rump. Diva was instantly startled.
Despite my expert handling and calming charm, which I have often used in the past to soothe a panicked horse, Diva threw me.
I felt the gnash from the rock sticking out from the ground, which I hit my head on. The impact sending black spots across my vision—and a cry in absolute agony.
My abdominal area pinched and screamed with a sharp and sudden pain like nothing I have ever felt before. There was blood on my hand when I touched it.
I needed to get up. I needed to get back and get medical help because I knew Breanne wasn’t going to get me any.
As I tried to push myself up off the ground with one hand, while the other was wrapped tightly around my stomach, still crying in sheer pain, a polished boot came forcefully down, cracking the bones in my hand.
"Ah—!" The pain forced a gasp through clenched teeth."
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