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To help that adopted daughter, my own brother pushed me into a gang of rogues and let them r@pe me while he took pictures. When my Alpha called me a slvt and chose her instead, my family cheered. They wanted me dead. I survived. Now, it’s my turn. The next step of the plan is to destroy them all. The night finally b1ed into morning. When the first faint light cvt through the polluted city air, the fierce rogues lost interest in me and scattered. I dragged my broken body back through the streets, stinking of rogues’ scent and my own bl00d. Under the scrutinizing gazes of early risers, I returned to the imposing pack house. In the spacious living room, the pack’s Luna, Lena, also my mom, sat on the couch, gently feeding Pearl spoonfuls of steaming broth. The moment Pearl saw me, she flinched in a perfect imitation of fear and burrowed deeper into my mother’s arms. “Freya… I will move out soon... Please don’t be mad at me…” My mother’s eyes were swollen from crying. She stared at me with fresh hurt and accusation. “Freya,” she choked, “why do you always treat Pearl like an enemy? Has she not suffered enough already?!” Alpha Ben, my father, turned his head toward me. His expression darkened, and his Alpha aura hit me like a wave. “Pearl almost died last night, and you were nowhere to be found. You reek of filth and rogue stench. Look at yourself!” His lip curled in disgust. “You look like a street wh0re, not the daughter of an Alpha! I should never have dragged you out of that filthy district!” I froze where I stood. Tears blurred my vision. Not one of them asked where I had been. Not one of them saw the bruises or the deep purple marks under my clothes. I opened my mouth to speak, but my older brother Bryce cvt me off. He slammed a stack of photos onto the marble coffee table. They scattered across the surface with a sharp crack. “Curious where my dear little sister has been?” he asked with a cold, vicious smile. “Take a look.” The photos slid toward the edge,
