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My husband brought my brother’s widow into our home after his death. “Nickolai is my best friend. My loyal Beta. It’s my obligation to take care of his wife and son,” he protested. However— The day he took her in, I saw him touching himself to her picture. I didn’t make a fuss. I just tricked him into signing a divorce paper and left. Quietly, cleanly, for good. It’s pointless to trap myself in this loveless contractual marriage anymore. And it’s desperate to wait for the confrontation and then his rejection. I would just do it myself. “Are you sure about this?” my mom asked quietly. “Once we leave the borders, there’s no turning back.” “That’s the point,” I murmured and stepped across the borders with resolution. “No!!!” Tobias growled behind us. But I didn’t turn. I just quickened my paces... ****** Nevara I stood just far enough back from the crowd to avoid their glances, but close enough to see the casket suspended above the earth. The sleek black wood looked cold in the October light—too polished, too final. Like even death had to be presentable for a former Beta. My brother would’ve hated that. He hated pretense. Hated when things were done just for show. I could almost hear his voice whispering in my ear, teasing me about my stiff posture and pressed dress. “Loosen up, Nev. You’re not auditioning for a mortician’s apprentice.” My throat clenched. I hadn’t cried. Not yet. Not once. Not when the pack elder called to say there had been an accident. Not when I had to help my mother pick out the casket. Not when I ironed my father’s shirt because his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. And not now. Because if I started, I wouldn’t stop. I'm the Beta's little sister. The Luna of the pack. No one here—not my husband, not my parents, not even Nickolai’s four-year-old son—could afford to watch me fall apart. None of that mattered anymore. The only person who ever truly saw me—who ever chose me—was now being lowered into the ground.
