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Seraphina's POV Every muscle in my body screamed with exhaustion. The day had stretched endlessly - tending to the pack kitchen, ensuring operations ran without a hitch, caring for the abandoned pups discovered beyond our territory boundaries, and entertaining the orphaned children who looked to me for comfort. My bones ached for nothing more than a scalding bath and the sanctuary of my bedroom. Typically, our house remained silent at this hour. Julian and I existed as strangers sharing the same roof. Most evenings, he disappeared before I returned home, and days would pass without us crossing paths. Tonight, however, something had shifted. Rich laughter echoed from the living room - genuine, warm laughter I hadn't heard from him in years, certainly never within these walls. Dread twisted in my stomach before I even stepped inside. When I finally entered the living room, the scene before me stole my breath. There on our sofa sat my mate and betrothed, doubled over with mirth. His eyes blazed with a light I'd forgotten existed, radiating pure joy - none of which was meant for me. Every spark of happiness belonged to her. Roxanne. My sister had returned. She appeared untouched by time, perhaps even more stunning than before. Her cascading ebony waves framed a face blessed with emerald eyes that could ensnare anyone's attention. She remained breathtakingly beautiful, a vision that could stop traffic. Yet her beauty wasn't what paralyzed me. It was the way Julian gazed at her, the radiant smile painting her features. The sight transported me to memories I'd buried deep. The past I'd fought so hard to escape. I never chose this destiny, but fate had dragged me here kicking and screaming. For eighteen years, I lived as an omega's daughter, enduring a miserable existence under a mother who despised me for reasons I never understood. My father remained too weak to intervene, allowing her cruelty to flourish unchecked. I suffered in silence because it was all I knew, until t

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