“I don’t know how you have the audacity to show your face here,” she hissed, her voice low, venomous. “Can’t you see? No one wants you. Not the pack, not your family, not even him. Your thick skin is truly impressive.”
Her words stung, but I said nothing. I kept my gaze fixed on the rippling water, refusing to grant her the victory of my pain.
Her tone hardened, sharper than fangs.
“You deaf freak, did you actually believe Alpha Alaric married you for love? He told me everything the night of your wedding. He asked you to keep you from ruining my bond with Ronan Stormclaw. He said the one he loves, the one he has always loved, is me.”
She stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her aura pressing against mine with dominance she had no right to wield. “Face it. No one loves you. If I were you, I’d slit my own throat beneath the moon.”
Each word was a dagger, driving deeper until I could feel my very wolf bleeding inside me. My fists clenched, nails cutting into flesh, my breath shaking as I battled the tears burning my eyes.
She laughed coldly at my silence, her voice curling with cruelty.
“Still clinging to Alpha Alaric? Then let me help you.”