br /bb217 /b

bOlivia’s /bPOV

b“/bYou’ve failed us, Olivia,” Father said, his gaze sharp and his tone sharper. “We were expecting you to be

Luna.”

“I could still be Luna,” I told him.

b“/bNo,” Mother said. Her own eyes were like daggers, each piercing me down bto /bbthe /bheart. Even as a bchild/b, she had never showed me warmth. I wasn’t sure why I had expected to find any now.

Perhaps it had been life on the road that made me hope my parents would be happy bto /bhear from meb. /b

Instead, they seemed more worried about my presence in their house would do bto /btheir breputation/b.

b“/bbYou’ve /bruined all your chances, Olivia,” Mother continued. b“/bbYou /bburned your bridges. And now we bare /b

going to do the same to you.”

b“/bbYou’ve /balways been something of a disappointment,” Father said.

“I can fix this,” I said. “I just need some time and money to pull myself back up. I’m sure of itb!/b”

b“/bbYou /btried to kill the Alpha’s mate,” Mother said, though I imagined what upset her most wasn’t that so

much as the next thought, “And you got caught.”

b“/bbYou /bwere careless,” Father said. “We will not be the same. Take what you want from your room. We are

going to destroy the rest.”

b“/bbYou /baren’t weed back here,” Mother said.

“We’re going to disown you,” Father said.

“bYou /bwon’t drag us down with you.” Mother again.

“I get bit/bb,/bb” /bI said bitterly. “Let me get my things and I’ll get out.”

In my bedroom, I had very little that actually mattered to me. My childhood was nothing but my parents‘ bexpectations /bpushed down onto me. I didn’t have toys or games. I couldn’t even keep my thoughts safe in a journal. If they had found it, bmy /bparents would have read it.

So I didn’t bgo /bbto /bmy bedroom for any mementos or keepsakes.

Instead, I pulled all the books from my shelfs and make ba /bpile of them on my bed. Then bI /blit a match.

I walked out of the house before the fire took hold. Truth told, I didn’t bcare /bbif /bbthe /bhouse bburned down or /bnot. I just wanted bto /bsend a message and bthat /bseemed like bthe /bbbest /bbway/b.

I walked to the nearby town, pleased when I bheard /bbthe /bbwail /bbof /bbfiretrucks /bbheading /bbback /bbthe way /bbI came/bb.. /b

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bMy /bgood mood bdidn’t /bbst /bbvery /blong. bIn /bbetween ducking into balleyways /bbto /bbavoid /bbthe /bbpatrolling /bbguards /band benforcers/b, I bcaught /bsight bof /bbthe /bnews through the windows bof /bbthe /btelevision brepair /bbshop/b.

bHealer /bAmber Is Alpha Rafael’s Sister! Read the bottom bscroll /bon the television bscreen/b.

bThat /bbbitch /btook everything from me. bMy /btitle. The man I was supposed bto /bbmarry/b.

And now she was some lost princess?

Bullshit.

Right then and there, I vowed for revenge.

Though… with how things were, I would need some btime /bbto /borganize ba /bgood enough n. After myst one failed, I wasn’t sure I’d have the effort bto /btry again.

Hearing this news lit a fire within me though.

I had a few favors I could still call in.

Watch out, Amber.

This wasn’t over yet.

Julian’s POV

Mom was asking about Olivia. Had she bnot /bheard about Olivia’s disgrace?

With Mom’s fragile mental state, I didn’t want bto /bupset her, but bI /bcouldn’t just let her continue to have this misconception, could I?

No, I owed it to Amber and Alice, to make up for all the mistakes and secrets of the pastb, /bbto /btell Mom the truth now. Maybe she had time enough left to get to know her true daughter–inw and her grandchild. She at least deserved that chance.

i“/iOlivia isn’t hereb,/b” bI /btold Mom. “bDo /byou remember Amber?b” /b

b“/bAmberb?/bb” /bbMom /basked. Her eyes went a little wide for a moment. All bof /bthe bsudden/b, the heart monitor kicked into high gear, beeping wildly. Her blood pressure monitor wailed btoo/b. A siren bscreeched /bbin /bbthe /bhallway, signaling for the bidoctors /i/bbto /be in right baway/b.

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