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Chapter 1 Coming Back "This is Summer. She's the Moore family's long-lost daughter," Simon Moore said. Summer Hayes woke up from darkness, the suffocating haze of near-fatal blood loss still haunting her. She blinked, dazed, taking in her surroundings, realizing she was standing in the living room in Moore Manor. Right in front of her were her parents, Robert Moore and Evelyn Moore, dressed in fancy clothes. Sophia Moore, the so-called heiress, was standing next to Evelyn, wearing a white designer dress and clinging to Evelyn's arm. She shot Summer a nervous glance. It hit Summer that, somehow, she was back at the moment she first met her parents. Summer never thought those dramatic, rich family plot twists would ever happen to her until a week ago, when a sharp-suited young man showed up, introduced himself as Simon, CEO of Moore Holdings. He told her that he was her elder brother and that she was the Moore family's heiress, switched at birth twenty years ago, After checking out the DNA test results he brought, Summer spent a whole week mentally bracing herself before finally working up the nerve to come to Moore Manor and meet her parents. Summer had always known she was adopted. After her adoptive parents split up, her mom, Helen Hayes, raised her alone. Deep down, she couldn't help but wonder what her real parents were truly like. Summer was still reeling from the shock when Evelyn suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace, her voice trembling with emotion. "My sweetheart." The luxurious scent of Evelyn's perfume brought Summer back to her senses. She quietly slipped out of Evelyn's arms, pushing down the surge of resentment in her heart. This was the very mother of her blood, the one who had, in the apocalypse, drugged her and handed her over to a ruthless gang. In the end, Summer died along with the gang's leader, but when she opened her eyes this time, she was back here. "You must be Summer, right? Welcome home," Sophia said, stepping forward with a nervous smile. Summer sneered inwardly. In her previous life, Sophia had started the same way, acting all welcoming at first, then turning nasty once she was back home. After Summer came home, Sophia kept playing her little games. Sometimes she'd fake an injury, sometimes she'd cut up her own dresses and jewelry, and every single time, she'd blame it all on Summer. No matter what Summer said, the Moore family always believed Sophia. Their disappointment in Summer only got worse. "Is she the girl I was swapped with?" Summer asked, expressionless as she turned to Robert and Evelyn. "If I come back, does she have to move out?" Evelyn was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Of course not. Sophia isn't leaving." "Summer, you and Sophia are both our daughters," Robert said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Do you really think the Moore family can't handle having two girls?" Before Summer could respond, an angry voice shot down from the stairs. "You should be the one leaving. How dare you talk to Sophia like that?" Summer turned to see a teenage boy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, strutting down the stairs in head-to-toe streetwear. That was her younger brother, Ethan Moore. Ethan marched down, glaring at Simon with a mix of confusion and accusation. "Why did you bring her back here?" "Ethan, stop," Robert snapped, his voice low and stern. He turned to Summer, trying to smooth things over. "Summer, Ethan is just a kid. Don't take it to heart." "I'm not a kid anymore. Why should I have to accept this girl from nowhere as my sister?" Ethan shot back, his voice full of resentment. Summer instinctively glanced down at her own clothes. After graduating, she helped Helen manage the family's private lake and orchards, running across the hills frequently. She was certainly not as polished or brand-clad as Sophia. However, Summer really wasn't interested in fighting with Ethan right now. She said, "You misunderstood. I never said she had to leave. I'm not here for some family reunion. I'm here to talk about transferring the lease for Evergreen Hill." The Moore family was in the tourism business, and they'd set their sights on Evergreen Hill in Evergreen Town, planning to build a fancy resort there. The lease for Evergreen Hill used to be under Helen's name, but now it was handed to Summer. Helen had put a lot of money into the lake and orchards on Evergreen Hill. Simon met Summer when he was negotiating the lease transfer with the Hayes family. He was floored by how much she looked like Evelyn, and when he found out Summer was adopted, he secretly grabbed a hair for a DNA test. That was how he discovered Summer was actually the Moore family's daughter, switched at birth. Summer's suddenly bringing up the lease threw the Moore family for a loop. Evelyn was the first to snap out of it, and she said, "Summer, it's your first day home. Let's not get into business stuff now. Come on, let me show you the room I set up for you." Summer knew she had to make sure the lease transfer went through today because in just three days, Evergreen Hill was going to get slammed by a freak mudslide. That mudslide was the disaster that kicked off the end of the world and the start of Summer's nightmare. She lost everyone she cared about, even Helen, in that catastrophe, and had no choice but to go back to the Moore family. This time, Summer was dead set on keeping her distance from the Moore family. She was going to protect her adoptive family and survive the apocalypse together. For that, she needed a ton of cash to hoard supplies for the end times. Therefore, she had to sign that lease transfer and get her hands on the money. "The tourist season is just two months away. Signing the contract now will benefit the Moore family," Summer said, knowing exactly what Robert cared about most. For Robert, the company and profits always came first. Whether Summer was the real heiress or not meant nothing to him. Sure enough, after a brief pause, Robert turned to Simon and said, "Go get the contract from my study." Robert had been pushing hard for the Evergreen Hill project. Moore Holdings had made a few bad investments in recent years, and they desperately needed a new money-making venture to turn things around. Robert had no idea why Summer was bringing up the contract now, but honestly, he was more than happy to go along with it. There were still a few months before the peak tourist season in June, and if everything went smoothly, this investment could start making money for the company this year. "Summer, let's go check out your room. Mom and I worked on it all day for you," Sophia said, reaching out and grabbing Summer's arm. "That's not necessary. I'm not moving in," Summer said, pulling her arm back, shutting her down. Sophia blinked, looking at Summer like she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "Cut the act. Are you playing hard to get?" Ethan said, arms crossed, voice dripping with disdain. "Ethan, enough," Robert barked. "Summer is your sister. Apologize to her." Ethan shot back, his face full of resentment, "Why should I? She's the one who should be saying sorry to Sophia. Look at the way she acts toward her. Why did Simon even bring her back here? Did he ever think about how Sophia feels?" Summer sneered. She thought, 'He definitely thought it through. It's obvious that Simon did all this for Sophia.' At first, Summer thought Simon brought her back to the Moore family because he actually cared about her, but later, she realized the truth. Simon had a thing for Sophia, and the only way he could ever have a shot with her was if the real heiress came back. Summer could never forget how, when Sophia had framed her, Simon had destroyed the surveillance footage and provided false testimony to support Sophia. Just then, Ethan walked over with a document in hand. "Here's the lease transfer contract for Evergreen Hill. This is the final version." Without responding to Ethan, Summer picked up the contract and started reading through it. Helen had invested hundreds of thousands of dollars in the lake, which yielded two harvests each year, earning tens of thousands of dollars each time. Since the lake would be ready for harvest in two months, Helen had wanted to wait until after the harvest to sign the contract in her previous life. However, it led only to a deadly mudslide, followed by years of apocalyptic disasters that devastated the entire tourism industry, rendering the agreement completely void. Summer said, "We agreed on one million dollars for the lease transfer. Let's add another 100 thousand dollars for signing today. The lake will be ready for harvest in two months, producing at least tens of thousands of pounds of trout. "You've checked it out before; it should sell for over 150 thousand dollars." "Deal," Robert said after a brief pause, nodding his approval. "Thanks, Dad," Summer said, forcing herself to sound grateful even though she felt nothing but disgust inside. "Can you send the money tomorrow?" Robert was caught off guard for a second when Summer called him "Dad", but he looked pleased about it. He smiled and said, "Normally, the payment would take a month to process, but since it's your first day home, I'll make it happen for you. I'll have 1.1 million dollars sent to you tomorrow." Summer breathed a sigh of relief. "Summer, can we go see your room now? Don't make a fuss, or Mom will get upset," Sophia said, biting her lips and looking a little upset. Summer remembered how, in her previous life, she'd agreed to stay here for a few days, and three days later, disaster struck. She lost everyone she cared about, even Helen. Thinking about all the humiliation and unfairness she'd suffered with the Moore family, Summer wanted to snap back at them right then, but she dared not burn bridges before the money was in her account. Without that money, Summer couldn't hoard supplies for the apocalypse. She was just a fresh college grad with barely any savings. Therefore, Summer put on her best conflicted look and ducked her head. "Thanks for getting the room ready for me, but this is all just too sudden. I need a few days to calm down. I'll move back once I've made up my mind." Evelyn looked a little down at Summer's answer, but then reminded herself that it was indeed overwhelming for Summer. She thought she should give her a few days to process it. She stepped up and gently hugged Summer. "Just give me a call when you're ready, okay? I'll send someone to pick you up. I really miss you, baby. Don't make me wait too long." Summer managed a smile at Evelyn, trying her best to look calm. Suddenly, Sophia spoke up, her voice trembling a little. "Summer, are you leaving because of me?" Sophia lifted her tearful gaze to Summer, looking heartbreakingly fragile. "If it's because of me, I can leave. I don't want to make things hard for you." "Sophia, don't be ridiculous. This is your home, and you're not going anywhere." Evelyn immediately dropped Summer and hurried over to fuss over Sophia. "Sophia, don't talk nonsense. Nobody is gonna kick you out," Ethan sneered, shooting Summer a nasty look. "Sophia, trust me. This will always be your home, no matter what," Simon said softly. "Summer, I know this might feel unfair to you, but it's not Sophia's fault. I hope you two can get along. You're both part of this family," Robert said, his voice low and firm. Summer had already tasted the Moore family's favoritism toward Sophia in her previous life. After she came back, not a single one of the Moore family truly cared about her; all they ever worried about was whether Sophia would be heartbroken because of her return. One time, Sophia purposely broke a keepsake from Helen. Before Summer could even react, Sophia burst into tears, and everyone immediately rushed over, comforting her and scolding Summer for not taking better care of her things. However, watching the whole family crowd around Sophia, Summer felt absolutely nothing. She had zero interest in fighting Sophia for their so-called affection. She thought, 'If she wants her so-called family, then go ahead. I just want to save my real family.' "I have to go. I expect the transfer money to hit my account tomorrow," Summer said coldly, then turned and walked straight out of that stifling house without a single glance back. Chapter 2 The Eden Realm As Summer stepped out of Moore Manor, she noticed a drizzle falling outside. Summer felt weak as the nightmarish scenes of the apocalypse from her previous life flashed through her mind. She shook her head and fumbled for her phone to call Helen. In her previous life, at this exact moment, Helen and her uncle, Charles Hayes, were getting ready to head out of town to buy saplings. They wouldn't be back until the next evening, and when they finally returned, they got swept up in that massive mudslide. The call connected, and Helen's voice came through the phone. "Summer, what's up?" "Mom," Summer called out, her voice trembling. It had been three years since she last heard Helen's voice. It hit Summer like a storm, flooding her with joy, sorrow, and raw, uncontrollable emotion. "Summer, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Helen asked anxiously. "Mom, you and Uncle Charles just left, right? Just come back home right now. Call Aunt Grace and tell her to come back. There's something really important I need to tell you. It's urgent," Summer said, choking back her tears. Helen replied quickly, "Okay, don't panic. We're coming home right now. We'll be there soon." After hanging up, Summer's mind raced as she replayed everything. It was March 1st, and on the early morning of the 3rd, Evergreen Hill would be hit by a massive mudslide. She had to get her family out of there before March 2nd, no matter what. Having made up her mind, Summer jumped into a taxi and sped straight toward Evergreen Town. The lady driver made small talk with Summer. "This rain has been coming down for over a week now. Who knows when it'll finally let up?" Summer gazed out at the rain streaking down the window, having mixed feelings. It was this rain that set off the mudslide at Evergreen Hill. After that came a freak tornado, then a year of relentless heatwaves. Then the volcanoes blew, ash covered the sky, and the world was swallowed by darkness. The endless cold nights began. For the next two years, people longed for rainy days more than anything. After a moment's thought, Summer turned to the driver and said, "Looks like the weather has been acting up lately. You might want to stock up on some food and medicine at home, just in case." The lady driver nodded along, but whether she'd actually listen was out of Summer's hands. After getting out of the taxi, Summer didn't head straight home. Instead, she made her way to the mid-slope of Evergreen Hill. Relying on her memory, Summer came across a huge white granite boulder nestled in the woods halfway up the hill. She and her elder cousin, Ian Hayes, used to hang out here as kids, but she'd never imagined that this granite boulder was hiding a secret realm inside. The boulder was about 26 feet long, 13 feet wide, and tall. Back in her previous life, the mudslide had sent it tumbling down the hill. When the world was hit by catastrophic floods, Sophia happened to discover and unlock the Eden Realm hidden inside the giant granite boulder. Back then, floods were sweeping through, and a pandemic was spreading like wildfire. Using the Eden Realm, Sophia created a special water with healing powers that helped the Moore family bounce back from bankruptcy. The whole family, who already favored Sophia, became even more loyal to her, following her every word. When Sophia suggested selling Summer off to an underworld gang, Evelyn made Summer drink the drugged water. Moments after Summer swallowed it, she went blind and weak, falling to the floor. In the darkness, she heard Evelyn and Robert's voices. "Sophia, you don't have to worry anymore. I promise, from now on, you'll be my only daughter. No one will ever upset you again." Then Simon and Ethan chimed in. "This is the right thing to do. She's always been jealous of Sophia. She's made Sophia's life miserable all these years. "She was never really part of the Moore family. Just look at her. She takes after her adoptive parents. Maybe she'll learn her lesson this time." In the darkness, fear and helplessness spread through Summer. She wanted to ask them why they were doing this. Summer had always treasured her family, and during the apocalypse, she did everything she could to look after them. After Robert went bankrupt and let the housekeeper go, she took on all the chores herself. When Simon and Evelyn were running a high fever during the bitter cold, she went out into the snow to get fever medicine for them. Just before Summer blacked out, she could feel Sophia walk up and nudge her face with the tip of her shoe. Sophia said in a low voice, "Honestly, I should thank that damn hill near your house. If I hadn't scratched my hand on that white boulder, I wouldn't have gotten this magical Eden Realm." Snapping out of her memories of the apocalypse, Summer bit down on her finger, pressed her bloodied palm to the boulder, and waited silently. Suddenly, a blinding light erupted. Then, in an instant, both the boulder and Summer were gone, leaving not a single trace behind. A voice rang out. [Hello, welcome to the Eden Realm.] Summer opened her eyes to find a stream before her. On one side stretched a wide field of farmland, while the rest of the world was hidden behind a thick veil of mist. The voice continued. [Welcome, host. This is your first time activating the Eden Realm. Eden Stream and Eden Farm are now unlocked for you.] A white cat hopped over to Summer's feet, stretched lazily, and curiously eyed her. "Hello there," Summer blurted out, surprised. Summer looked at the cat in surprise, noticing its fur was white with patterns, just like the granite boulder. The cat said, [I am the Eden Realm.] Summer thought, 'Wow, the cat can talk.' Pushing down her shock, Summer looked around. She thought, 'So, this is the legendary Eden Realm Sophia got her hands on in her previous life.' Summer glanced around at the swirling mist, curiosity bubbling up inside her. She asked the cat, "What's hidden behind all this fog?" The cat, who was named Snowy, said, [Everything behind the mist is still locked. Right now, only Eden Farm and Eden Stream are open to you. As for the rest, you'll explore and unlock them yourself.] [You can stock the stream with fish and shrimp, and grow crops in the fields.] "Planting, huh? What season is it in the Eden Realm right now? Which seeds do I need to get for planting?" Summer asked. Snowy said, [In the Eden Realm, it's always the right season for any crop. You can plant whatever you want. Everything grows faster and better here than anywhere else.] Snowy circled Summer and looked proud. [As the host bound to the Eden Realm, you now have the ability to manipulate objects within this space. Go ahead and try moving something with your mind.] Summer tried to control a small stone by the stream, and under her mental command, it flew out. Snowy padded around Summer and kept on explaining. [Host, you can move items from inside the Eden Realm to the outside world, and you can also bring things from outside into the Eden Realm.] [Remember, you have to be close enough to the item if you want to pull it inside. If you're having trouble bringing something in, just get a little closer and give it another shot.] Just then, Summer's phone rang. She swiped to answer, and Helen's voice came through. "Summer, we just got home. Where are you?" Summer replied in a rush, "I'll be home in a minute." After hanging up, Summer looked at Snowy and asked, "How do I leave the Eden Realm?" Snowy said, [Just picture yourself as an item and use your mind to move yourself out.] Following Snowy's instructions, Summer willed herself out with a thought. When she blinked, she found herself standing back on Evergreen Hill. The huge granite boulder that used to sit on the hillside had simply disappeared into thin air, as if it had never been there in the first place. On her way home, Summer passed by a lake and saw the automatic feeder spitting out fish food nonstop. The fish swarmed in, fighting over every bite. Watching the frenzy, Summer willed the fish with her mind, attempting to transfer them straight into the Eden Stream inside the Eden Realm. [Received 30 tilapias.] [Received 30 trout.] [Received 30 basses.] [Received 30 perches.] [Transfer complete. Eden Stream has finished cleaning the fish. All parasites have been cleansed. They're totally safe to eat now.] Summer thought, 'Wait, this stream has a purifying effect, right? Could it be that the medicine Sophia used to solve the pandemic in her previous life came from the water of this Eden Stream?' As Summer kept running through memories of her previous life, she found herself standing at her front door without even realizing it. Pushing down the flood of emotions in her heart, she gently pushed open the gate of the farmhouse she hadn't seen in years. Chapter 3 Preparing to Move Summer walked into the house and saw Helen, Charles, and Julia waiting for her. Seeing their faces, Summer felt like crying, and she threw herself into Helen's arms. "What happened, Summer?" Julia Hayes walked over and gently stroked Summer's hair. Charles quickly spoke up to comfort her. "Summer, don't worry. Take your time and tell us what's going on. We're all here for you." Seeing the concern on everyone's faces, Summer took a deep breath to steady herself and said, "I signed over the lease rights for Evergreen Hill to Moore Holdings. The total payment is 1.1 million dollars, and the money will hit our account tomorrow." Helen looked surprised. "What? Why did you sign it so suddenly? The fish haven't even been caught yet. Weren't we supposed to wait until after the fish were harvested before selling?" Charles was also taken aback. "Summer, why didn't you talk to us? You're just a girl. Don't let the people from Moore Holdings take advantage of you. Those businessmen are very shrewd." "I had to sign the deal today. There's going to be a mudslide early morning the day after tomorrow. If we dragged, the whole contract would be worthless," Summer explained, her voice steady but urgent. Everyone was surprised. Julia hesitated, then said, "There's never been a mudslide on Evergreen Hill. I've lived here for decades, and even during the worst rainstorms, nothing like that ever happened." "Yeah, before we took on Evergreen Hill, your mom and I looked into it. The experts said the geology here makes landslides unlikely," Charles chimed in. Summer said seriously, "I know it's hard for you to believe, but I swear, I've got reliable info. This mudslide will hit our house. Plus, the two neighbors will be in danger. "We need to pack up now and leave tomorrow." Seeing the serious look on Summer's face, they couldn't help but trust her a little more. They knew she was never one to mess around or exaggerate. Ever since her parents divorced, Summer had been balancing school with handling all sorts of family affairs. As the only college student in the house, everyone relied on her for advice. After Julia and Charles got scammed out of 30 thousand dollars a few years back, whenever it came to money, they'd always check with Summer first. Seeing that they were starting to trust her, Summer pressed on. "Let's move to our apartment in the city near the school tomorrow. Just trust me. By early the day after tomorrow, we'll know. If nothing happens, we can come back." After thinking it over for a few seconds, Charles nodded. "Alright, Summer, you're always smart, and I'll trust you on this. Let's have lunch, then we'll pack up and call the movers." Helen and Julia shared a look, then nodded. Summer let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly, Julia thought of the contract Summer had just signed and asked, a bit uncertain, "If there really is a mudslide, wouldn't that mean the Moore family gets the short end of the stick? "That's not right. We shouldn't do something like that. Besides, if the Moore family found out, they'd come after you." "Don't worry about it. The Moore family is loaded. They run a huge tourism business and have all kinds of insurance to handle things like this," Summer said. She thought, 'I don't care whether the Moore family suffers a loss or not. They did worse things to me.' Julia finally relaxed after hearing that. Julia cooked up some fresh greens, pork ribs, and even made some fried chicken. Since they were moving tomorrow, it just didn't make sense to try to bring a chicken to the apartment. It might have been simple home cooking, but Summer ate a lot. In the apocalypse, regular food was ridiculously expensive; even a small pack of cookies could sell for hundreds of dollars. To save food for the Moore family, Summer often survived on government-distributed Survival Biscuits, and it had been a long time since she'd eaten a proper meal like this. After lunch, the whole family started packing up. The place they were moving to was a well-renovated and fully furnished apartment in the city, right near a school. Helen had bought it for Summer a few years ago, and it already had all the furniture and appliances they needed, so there was no point in hauling their old stuff over. Summer headed straight for the kitchen. After surviving the apocalypse, she refused to waste even a single thing and planned to take every bit of it with her. Just then, the voice of the Eden System rang out in her head. [Eden Storage has been unlocked. You can store as much as you want.] Summer entered the Eden Realm and saw a massive warehouse across the stream from the farmland. Towering several stories high, the warehouse was filled with rows upon rows of neatly organized shelves and compartments. Snowy explained to Summer, [Eden Storage lets you stash your stuff and keeps it fresh for ages. Plus, it'll automatically sort and organize anything you put inside.] Summer was thrilled, finding this storage feature perfect for stockpiling supplies. Summer raided the kitchen, snatching up everything she could get her hands on, including the cooking tools and Julia's homemade food. Helen and Julia started packing up everyone's clothes and bedding, while Charles rounded up all the electronics, wrapped them carefully in soft foam, and boxed them up. They kept busy until evening, when Grace Hayes, Charles's wife, came back from her shift at the clothing factory downtown. Grace was supposed to have tomorrow off, but once she heard from Charles about the mudslide, she asked for leave and hurried home to help pack up. She said, "Charles, are you sure about this? We've got to pack up all that bedding we just bought not long ago." Grace was a go-getter type. She started as a line worker in a clothing factory and worked her way up to a junior supervisor, managing a team of employees. As soon as she walked in, she didn't even take off her coat. She set down her bag and rolled up her sleeves, ready to get to work. While packing, she asked Charles, "Have you packed Ian's stuff yet? Make sure all his little robots go in. He'll be mad if they are missing." Ian Hayes was Summer's elder cousin, the only child of Charles and Grace, and he served in the military. In her previous life, the final time Summer saw Ian was at their family's funeral. They clung to each other, sobbing uncontrollably over the loss of their loved ones. Not long after the funeral, disaster struck. All soldiers and rookies were urgently called back for disaster relief and to restore order nationwide. From that day on, Summer never saw Ian again. "I've got everything packed up. I already called the movers. They'll come in the morning and get everything loaded up," Charles replied. The five of them spent the whole night packing, and by the time they were done, everything was boxed up except for a few pieces of furniture. To lighten the load, Summer took advantage of moments when no one was watching and quietly slipped a few items into Eden Storage, feeling a bit smug about her trick. By a little after ten in the evening, they went over everything one last time to make sure nothing was left behind. Only then did they finally wash up and turn in for the night. Chapter 4 The Money Is In After Summer left Moore Manor, Evelyn felt a little sad. She'd been busy comforting Sophia and hadn't even realized when Summer slipped out. She sighed. "Why did Summer leave so suddenly? She could have at least stayed for dinner. Sophia and I got a room ready for her, but she didn't even take a look." Ethan snorted. "Don't mind her. Why should we invite her to dinner after she made Sophia cry?" Sophia quickly shook her head. "Ethan, it's my fault. Don't blame Summer." Ethan let out a sigh. "Sophia, you're too kind. If you stay this nice, she'll bully you." "Alright, that's enough." Robert shot Ethan a glare, then turned to Simon. "Simon, send 1.7 million dollars to Summer from my personal account tomorrow." Simon blinked in surprise. "Weren't we supposed to send 1.1 million dollars?" Robert took a drag from his cigarette. "The extra 600 thousand dollars is for the Hayes family. After this, Summer has nothing to do with them. Once they take this money, they should tell her to come back to us." Simon nodded. "Got it. I'll get someone to handle it right away." Sophia listened to their conversation, biting her lips, her eyes shadowed with a complex gloom. Ethan complained, "Dad, that's an extra 600 thousand dollars. That's more than enough for them to never worry about money. Why should she come back at all?" "Shut up," Robert snapped, clearly annoyed. He and Evelyn had three kids. Simon and Sophia were both easy to handle, but Ethan was always causing trouble, stirring up problems at school. Sophia bit her lips and murmured, "Ethan, don't make Dad angry. Summer is our family, after all. I shouldn't have upset her. She's probably mad because of me, and that's why she doesn't want to come back." Evelyn saw the tears in Sophia's eyes and hugged her tightly, feeling sorry for her. "How could this be your fault, Sophia? You did nothing wrong. Ethan is right. You are always so kind." Sophia buried her face in Evelyn's arms, her voice choked with sobs. "Mom, maybe I should move out. Summer is your daughter, and I know you want her back. If that makes you happy, I'll do it." "Oh, my sweetheart, don't think that way. You'll always be my dearest daughter, and this is always your home, no matter what," Evelyn said, rushing to comfort her. She paused and continued, "Do you remember that painting you saw at the auction, the one that cost one million dollars? I got it for you. The auction house will deliver it in a few days, and I'll have it put up in your room." "Thank you, Mom," Sophia whispered, her face buried in Evelyn's arms. Hidden from everyone, a sly little smile crept onto her lips. Ethan chimed in, "Mom, you saw how that girl acted the other day. She even asked if Sophia was moving out. She's obviously jealous of her. If you let her move in, Sophia is just going to get pushed around by her." Robert lit up a cigarette and shot Ethan a glare. "Summer is your sister, no matter what. The Moore family's heiress can't be left out. Just think about it. If people hear about it, what would they say?" Robert believed there was simply no comparison between the insanely rich Moore family and a small-town family like the Hayes family. He was sure that Summer would rather come back and live as a rich girl. He thought, 'Summer even suggested signing the Evergreen Hill lease contract early yesterday. She probably wanted to make a good impression on us by doing Moore Holdings a favor. 'She didn't immediately agree to stay yesterday, probably because she was sulking after Ethan's insult. Girls need a graceful way to back down sometimes.' Robert turned to Ethan and said, "Go to Evergreen Hill tomorrow, apologize to your sister, and bring her home." "Why?" Ethan protested, totally shocked. He really didn't want to see Summer again. If his friends knew he had a sister from a small town, he'd be embarrassed. Robert snorted, "If you don't go, I'm cutting off your credit card starting today." Ethan gritted his teeth and muttered, clearly unhappy, "Alright, I'll go." Seeing that Ethan finally agreed, Robert and Evelyn headed out to the office. Sophia and Ethan were left in the living room. Sophia reassured him, "Ethan, they are dead set on bringing Summer back. Now is not the time to piss them off." "Yeah, I get it," Ethan replied, his tone softening as he looked at Sophia. To Ethan, Sophia was the definition of class and elegance; she could dance ballet, play the piano, and had even held her own art exhibition right after turning eighteen. He thought she was the best sister in the world, and everyone at school knew that. Before Sophia got engaged to Edward Sutton, the Sutton family's heir, plenty of rich boys tried to please Sophia by cozying up to Ethan. Ethan had always worn that pride like a badge. And now he was told that his sister wasn't Sophia, but some rude girl like Summer. He just couldn't accept it. He wanted her to stay away from the Moore family forever. ***** The Hayes family got up early the next day. After getting ready, Summer glanced at her phone and saw a bank notification. 1.7 million dollars had just been deposited into her account. That was 600 thousand dollars more than what the contract said. There was also a message from Simon. Simon said that the deal was 1.1 million dollars, and the extra 600 thousand dollars was a thank-you from the Moore family to Helen. He said that they appreciated everything she'd done for Summer and hoped that the money would grant her a good life after her retirement. Simon also told Summer to give him a call once she'd packed up and come home soon, so their parents wouldn't have to keep worrying. Summer stared at the numbers, her thoughts drifting. She thought, 'In my previous life, the Moore family sold me for 600 thousand dollars. Now they're giving me the same amount. Is this some kind of karma?' Looking at Simon's message, Summer saw right through their intentions. She knew they wanted to use 600 thousand dollars to cut her ties with the Hayes family once and for all. She scoffed and didn't bother replying. Summer thought back to her previous life, when a brutal blizzard hit and Simon was burning up with a fever that just wouldn't break. The whole family was helpless, so she went out in the heavy snow to get him medicine. Simon's fever finally broke after he took the meds, but Summer ended up sick herself from braving the snow. Back then, Sophia strolled over, acting all concerned and saying a couple of fake-sweet words. Simon saw it and got annoyed, blaming Summer for getting sick and making Sophia look after her. Summer remembered every single one of those details. She thought, 'Well, let's call it the compensation I'm taking from the Moore family.' Chapter 5 Lucy, the Neighbor Summer stepped out of her room and saw Charles packing up the boxes. Helen and Grace picked all the vegetables in the yard. Since they couldn't take them with them, they planned to share them with the other villagers. Summer wasn't idle either. She went over to Lucy's place next door. Evergreen Town was huge, but the Hayes family didn't have many close neighbors. Most folks lived farther away. Summer remembered the last mudslide on Evergreen Hill. It had wiped out three homes: the Hayes place, Lucy's, and Peter's. Peter's family had stopped farming years ago, and all moved to the city to work. A few years back, they saved up enough to buy a house in town and have been living there ever since, so nobody lived there anymore. As for Lucy, she lived alone. Summer pushed open Lucy's door and saw Julia helping Lucy pack her bags. When Lucy saw Summer, she quickly pulled her inside. Lucy said, "Julia told me yesterday there might be a mudslide coming down the hill. I barely slept a wink all night. "No wonder I've been a total wreck lately: jittery, on edge, that gnawing feeling in my gut. Turns out my gut was right. Disaster's been looming over us this whole time." Summer's eyelid twitched, but she quickly steadied herself and comforted Lucy, "Don't worry, Lucy. Stick with us. We'll stay in the city for a while." Lucy sighed and said, "I've been living alone for so many years. I always thought I'd spend my last days here in peace, but now there's this mudslide to worry about. "If the house gets wiped out, I wouldn't even have a place to rest in peace, and I'd just end up troubling your family." Julia chimed in, "Oh, don't talk like that. We're in this together. At least we've got each other for company. If you weren't here, I don't know what I'd do with myself." Lucy and Julia were totally different. Julia was a countrywoman. Her family had always lived here, generation after generation. Lucy, though, was a city girl. When she was young, she was already a college professor. Back then, only the best of the best could pull that off at such a young age. But Lucy had terrible luck with men. Her husband ditched her and their baby years ago, ran off with his mistress, and cleaned out all their savings. He left his sick parents and newborn son behind without a second thought. Lucy spent her days teaching at school and her nights washing other people's clothes for extra cash, all while looking after her sick in-laws and raising her son. Even when her in-laws passed away, Lucy had to handle the whole funeral by herself. Her husband never bothered to show his face. After Lucy finally helped her son get into college, she thought life would finally get easier. But one day, her son suddenly brought her husband back home. After Lucy's husband ran off with his mistress, they thought they were living in paradise for a while. But once they spent all the money they took from home, the mistress bailed on him. Too ashamed to come home, Lucy's husband ended up doing odd jobs, spending every penny he made on booze. He drank himself into a stupor every single day until he ended up paralyzed in bed. With no one to look after him, the hospital had no choice but to reach out to Lucy's son. When Lucy's son saw his father in such a miserable state, he felt bad for him and decided to be a dutiful son. He insisted on bringing his father home and demanded that Lucy take care of him. Lucy was having none of it and kicked both of them out of the house. But her son wasn't ready to give up. He actually reached out to a family reconciliation TV show, hoping they'd convince Lucy to forgive her husband and let him come back. Lucy was furious and refused to be interviewed, but her son went even further. He dragged the whole TV crew to Lucy's school, causing a huge commotion in front of everyone. The school, worried about the gossip and public backlash, let Lucy go early. Thankfully, the principal knew how much she'd done for them over the years and quietly slipped her some compensation on the side. Lucy figured she'd just use that money to start her retirement early, but the TV show twisted the whole story. They cut out all the real details and painted Lucy as the villain who abandoned her paralyzed husband. Suddenly, people who didn't know the truth started showing up at Lucy's door, pointing fingers and calling her out. Lucy couldn't stand it anymore. She cut ties with everyone, left the city behind, and moved out to Evergreen Town, a place she'd visited back when she was doing research. She rented the rundown house next to the Hayes Manor for the long haul, got the locals to fix it up, and ended up neighbors with Julia. Julia's husband passed away early, so she had to raise several kids all by herself. She understood how tough things were for Lucy and would often talk Lucy through the hard times. Lucy often helped Julia out whenever she could. They supported each other through thick and thin, year after year. When Summer's adoptive parents split up, her mom was buried in debt and had no time for her, so Summer ended up living with Julia. Whenever Julia was out working in the fields, Lucy would cradle Summer in her arms and teach her to talk, word by word. To Summer, Lucy wasn't just a neighbor; she was family. Summer said, "Lucy, don't worry. Just come with us. When I was little, you and Julia looked after me, and now it's my turn to take care of you. Wherever I go, I'll take you with me. And you'll have Julia for company, too." Lucy wiped away her tears and said, "Alright, I'll go with you. If death isn't coming for me yet, then I'm going to live my life to the fullest!" Summer helped Lucy finish packing up her bags, then stepped outside to wait for the moving truck. Evergreen Hill was pretty remote, and she was worried the moving truck wouldn't even be able to get through. But instead of the moving truck, a fancy luxury car showed up. The car pulled up right in front of Summer, and Ethan stepped out. He looked around, frowning in disgust. He said, "What a dump. Seriously, what kind of middle-of-nowhere place do you live in, Summer? Even the road's all messed up." Summer hadn't expected Ethan to show up here. This never happened in her previous life. Just seeing him instantly annoyed her, and she snapped right back, "If the road's so bad, then don't bother coming!" "You think I wanted to come here? Dad insisted I come get you," Ethan snapped. Summer remembered how, in her previous life, just three days after she returned to the Moore family, Sophia trashed an expensive painting and blamed it all on her. Sophia cried, saying it was a painting their parents had just won for her at an auction, but Summer had never even set foot in Sophia's room. No matter how much Summer tried to defend herself, nobody believed her. They all thought she was just jealous of Sophia. Ever since then, Ethan had it out for Summer. Trying to stick up for Sophia, Ethan poured glue into Summer's water cup and tricked her into drinking it. He even hid needles inside her food. Summer did fight back. She complained to Evelyn and Robert, but they would always side with Ethan. Evelyn would say, "Summer, Ethan's still a kid. You're his big sister, so go easy on him. "Summer, don't come home and make a mess of things. You're just making me upset." With his parents always covering for him, Ethan just got worse. He even roped in his spoiled trust-fund buddies, and together they made Summer's life hell. Every time Evelyn dragged Summer to one of those fancy parties, those rich brats would give her the cold shoulder. One time, Ethan's friend straight-up shoved her into the pool, and another time, they spiked her drink when no one was looking. Thinking back on all the crap she'd been through in her previous life, Summer could barely hold back her rage. If the end of the world wasn't right around the corner and she wasn't so pressed for time, she would've hauled Ethan off to some blind spot and beat the crap out of him. Summer snapped at Ethan, "Get lost! Don't you guys have your own daughter? Why are you always sniffing around other people's daughters? Who the hell wants to go back to that jinxed house of yours?" Now that the money was in her hands, Summer couldn't even be bothered to pretend with the Moore family anymore. Once the move was done, she had to start stockpiling supplies and buy seeds to plant in her own space. She didn't have a second to waste on those people. Ethan was caught off guard by her outburst. He couldn't figure out why Summer had suddenly changed her tune. Just yesterday, she was all sweet and gentle with Robert and Evelyn at the Moore Manor. Ethan frowned and said, "You think acting all aloof just to get attention is going to work? Just look at this dump you're living in. Do you really think you can give up everything the Moore family has?" "If it's such a dump, then why are you so desperate to come here? Are you that pathetic?" Summer shot back. Ethan was so choked with anger that he could barely speak. He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated, and snapped, "What do I have to do to get you to come back?" "Kick your precious Sophia out, and I might just do you the favor of coming back," Summer shot back, hitting him right where it hurt. "Why?" Ethan blurted out, totally stunned. He said, "Sophia's so nice. Why don't you like her?" Summer spotted the moving truck pulling up to her house in the distance. She just wanted to get rid of Ethan as fast as possible. She said, "I don't even like you, so why would I like her? Move it. You're blocking the way!" Ethan looked even more shocked. He said, "I'm your brother! Why don't you like me?" But Summer didn't even bother with a reply. She just turned on her heel and headed back inside. Ethan was fuming. He stomped back to the car, slammed the door hard, and barked, "Let's go home!" The driver murmured, "Are they really moving out?" Ethan didn't say a word, frowning. The driver kept quiet and silently drove back to the Moore Manor. The Hayes family and the movers loaded up all their luggage onto the truck, one by one. Then they swung by Lucy's place and helped her pack up her things as well. After that, everyone piled in and headed off together to their new home in the city. Chapter 6 Here Comes the Mudslide The place in the city, in a solid school district, was bought by Helen years ago and put in Summer's name. Back then, the neighborhood wasn't much. But when a top-ranked school opened nearby, property values skyrocketed. The movers helped carry all their stuff upstairs before heading out. The place hadn't been lived in for ages and was coated in a fine layer of dust. The Hayes family spent the whole afternoon just cleaning up, sorting out the boxes of bedding, and getting the beds set up in all three rooms. By the time they finished, it was already late at night. No one knew what Ethan told the Moore family when he got home. Starting in the afternoon, both Evelyn and Simon called Summer, but she was too busy tidying up the rooms to answer any of their calls. Once the house was tidied up, nobody in the Hayes family felt sleepy. Even Julia, who was used to turning in early, found herself wide awake. The whole family sat in silence around the dining table, anxiously waiting for the early hours to come. Not long after midnight, Charles opened a short-video app, and his feed was instantly flooded with news about the mudslide on Evergreen Hill. He hurriedly showed everyone the phone. The videos were all drone footage. These days, with social media, news travels at lightning speed. In the clips, mud surged down the mountain like a raging river. Enormous boulders were swept up in the torrent, tumbling down and smashing through trees in their path. For a moment, it felt like the whole world was coming apart. "Damn, look at this video. The orchard on the mountain is almost completely destroyed," Charles said, his heart aching as he watched the orchard he'd cared for get wiped out. Even though he knew it had already been sold to the Moore family, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He said, "Those apple trees...I drove upstate to pick those saplings a few years ago. Tended them all this time, and they were just starting to bear fruit this year. It's such a shame." Grace said, "This is terrifying! Look at this. Our house is totally buried in mud! Thank goodness Summer told us to move out early. If we'd still been there, fast asleep in the middle of the night, we would've been trapped for sure." Everyone's faces showed a mix of lingering fear and deep sadness. If they'd still been holding onto any hope of going back before, now there wasn't even a shred of hope left. Julia's home of decades was gone in an instant. She felt lost and heavy-hearted. The city might be fancy, but all these high-rises just made her feel awkward, and she didn't know a single neighbor. The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't hold back. Her tears just started falling. Lucy gently patted Julia's back and said, "Come on, don't be sad. We really dodged a bullet. If fate didn't take us, it means we're meant to keep living well. I'm on my own, and I'm not scared, so why should you be? "You've got your kids and grandkids right here. As long as the family is together, that's home. Houses can be rebuilt." "Lucy's right, Mom. If you liked living in the countryside, we can always go back and build a new place in the village when things settle down," Helen said, trying to reassure Julia. Grace managed a weak smile and chimed in, "Yeah, a house can always be rebuilt. The important thing is that everyone's safe." Grace thought it over, then turned to Helen. She said, "Helen, this place only has three bedrooms, so it's a bit cramped for Charles and me to stay here. "We talked it over. I'm heading back to the factory tomorrow, and Charles's coming with me. Now that the orchard's gone, he can pick up some work at my factory." Charles used to help out at Helen's orchard, and she paid him about 15 thousand a year. When there wasn't much to do at the orchard, he'd work part-time as a handyman at the electronics market in the city, installing appliances for people. Grace continued, "We've still got around a few hundred thousand saved up. We were planning to buy a place in the city years ago, but Ian went off to join the army right after graduation, so we put it off. "No need to wait anymore. We will start house hunting in the next few days, put down a deposit, and then we can move all our stuff out." Before Helen could say anything, Summer jumped in, "Aunt Grace, hold off on all that for now. I called Ian this morning and asked him to take a few days' leave from his unit. "I've already booked tickets for you, Mom, Uncle Charles, and Julia to go see Ian tomorrow." The memory of Ian's despair at his family's graves in her previous life was something that always haunted Summer. Ian had rushed home when he heard about his family's tragedy, only to leave again in a hurry when duty called. This time, whatever it took, Summer was determined to make sure the whole family would be together before disaster hit. Summer continued, "I've got a few friends working in meteorology, and they've all warned me that there could be severe weather disasters happening all over the country in the coming year. "Ian's a soldier, so he'll definitely be sent out for disaster relief when things get bad. Once that starts, it'll be tough for him to come home. "You should go see him tomorrow, bring him some homemade food and supplies. There's no rush to move. Let's handle that when you get back." Charles and Grace were a little surprised at first, but it had been ages since they'd seen their son. After hearing Summer's reasoning, they both nodded. Charles said, "Yeah, we should go see Ian. Last time he called, he said he was craving some of the homemade food. Let's bring him some this time." Helen asked, "Summer, aren't you coming with us? You haven't seen Ian in ages either." Summer really wanted to go, but she couldn't. In just a month, a record-breaking tornado was going to hit, and this apartment was right in the heart of the danger zone. She had to use this time to sell the place and find a safer shelter before disaster struck. "I've got a few things I need to handle, so I'll stay behind this time. Lucy and I can finish sorting everything out here," Summer said, coming up with an excuse. "Mom, Julia, Uncle Charles, Aunt Grace, I got you tickets for tomorrow morning. Why don't you all get some rest? We'll deal with everything else when you're back," Summer said. "Right, right, let's get some sleep. It's almost one in the morning," Julia added. After a long, exhausting day, the Hayes family was completely wiped out and fell into a deep sleep. ***** At Moore Manor, Simon was jolted awake by his phone in the middle of the night. Frowning, he picked up. His assistant's panicked voice came through, saying, "Mr. Moore, something terrible happened! There's been an unprecedented mudslide on Evergreen Hill. Huge rocks are tumbling everywhere, and every road up the mountain is completely blocked." Simon shot up in bed. He ordered, "Have the project team on site first thing in the morning, and get the insurance reps over there, too." Once everything was set up, Simon hung up, his head pounding with stress. He rubbed his temples, thinking to himself, 'Good thing Ethan told me yesterday that Summer and her family had already moved out of Evergreen Hill. If they hadn't, they would've been caught in that mudslide for sure. 'If, after all that searching, Summer ended up dying in the disaster, Mom and Dad would be heartbroken. 'Wait a second. 'Summer and her family already moved out of Evergreen Hill?' Suddenly, a crazy idea flashed through his mind. He thought, 'Summer was so eager to sign the contract, get the cash, and move out. Did she somehow know a mudslide was coming? 'No way. Our project team checked everything. Evergreen Hill wasn't supposed to be at risk for mudslides. There's no way Summer could've predicted this.' Yesterday, Ethan went out to Evergreen Hill to pick up Summer. Evelyn was so excited that she had the housekeeper whip up a whole welcome feast. But Summer never showed up; Ethan came back alone. Ethan snapped, "Summer said she'll only come back if Sophia moves out." Evelyn couldn't believe it. She tried calling Summer, but got no answer. Evelyn had Simon try calling her, too, but Summer ignored his call as well. Simon started to question whether bringing Summer back into the Moore family was really the right call. Ever since Sophia and Edward got engaged, Simon had been so anxious to act that he might've rushed things. The Moore family had actually known for years that Sophia wasn't their real daughter. Back in middle school, she found out she had AB blood type, while everyone else in the Moore family was O. So there was no way she was related to them. But they'd raised Sophia for so long, investing not just money and resources, but real affection. They really doted on her, so finding out the truth didn't change how they treated her one bit. All the while, they kept the secret and quietly began looking for their real daughter. But Simon started having second thoughts about Sophia. So when Robert and Evelyn decided to marry Sophia off to Edward, the Sutton family heir, Simon freaked out. He was in a rush to bring their real sister back home. Simon thought, 'The Suttons are all about bloodlines. If they find out the Moore family's real daughter is out there, Edward's fiancée would definitely change.' Simon massaged his brow, feeling more stressed than ever. Trouble was piling up everywhere. Moore Holdings had been neck-deep in the tourism business, but the pandemic dealt a major blow to them. They were only just starting to bounce back, but last year, a few bad project calls left them with serious cash flow issues. Now, with the Evergreen Hill project going south, things just got even worse for Moore Holdings. Simon was wide awake. He got up, threw on some clothes, and got ready to have a serious talk with Robert about the mess at Evergreen Hill.

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Prologue Broken promises ache as badly as hunger. Humiliation stings like getting lemon juice in a paper cut. This goes beyond that. This betrayal goes beyond the lies and expectations of what we are and what we've been raised to believe. It goes against everything that makes us what we are. No matter our rank. I watch from the terrace of the apartment I got for my mate and me when he returned from his alpha training last year. I had been so excited to see him after we spent our senior year apart. I gave up going to my dream school to stay here with him. Santiago Romano held me in his arms, sold me pretty lies, and loved me the way he had promised before leaving. A part of me knew that I would be discarded after the full moon fell on my sixteenth birthday, and I didn't shift. I spent days avoiding him, trying to deny that someone from a Beta bloodline as strong as mine would be reduced to nothing but a lowly omega. Everything had been perfect before that. We had met the day we both started at Artume Academy—two years after one of the cruellest rogue attacks in werewolf history. There were six hundred and eighty-seven casualties that night. I barely survived. I shouldn't have, but I did. I've never wished to have died there more than I wish it now. My goddess-given mate has chosen his Luna. It's being televised for the world to see that I wasn't anywhere near enough to stand beside him. His parents hand-picked his Luna to carry his name, his legacy, and his heirs. Poppy Turner is wearing my dream dress with a huge smile plastered on her face. Her arm is looped through my mate's, and the two of them look like the perfect match as they walk into the moon goddess temple for their official mating ceremony. I turn the TV off and look down at my phone to see the message he sent me just before arriving at the temple. Three little words that don't mean shit to me anymore. This is for the pack, he said. You'll be better protected. You can now study to be a surgeon without the responsibilities of a Luna. I'll never leave you. You're the one I love—my true mate. Lies. The sick part is that there's a part of me that would accept this. I'd be his mistress, watching him build that life that should be ours with her. There's a darker side that looks back to the night of the attack. The night I saved her from the rogues, while my family was fighting. While they were dying. I should have left her there to be torn apart. I want to leave here. Run away and never look back. I have the means for it. All I'd have to do is call my grandmother to tell her I've had enough. She'd come for me in an instant. I know she would. But it wouldn't solve anything, and I'd be leaving everything I've worked so hard to obtain behind. There are three months left until the end of the semester. I'd lose all my credits, and my GPA would drop if I left now. It's all I have left. This career is the only thing that is going to keep me going for a while because this wound, like the loss of my family, it's going to take some time to heal. I spend the rest of my night reviewing my notes for my upcoming exam. It's almost eight when my phone rings. I reach for it to see my Grandmother's name and a picture of the two of us at my graduation last year. "Hey, GG," I answer. "Don't hey, GG, me young lady," she says in her thick Swedish accent. "What is the meaning of this, Sophia?" "I don't know," I answer honestly. "Did he reject you properly?" she demands. "No, he doesn't want to. He said that she'd be his Luna only in name." "I want you to come live with me, Sophia. You need not be where you are not welcome. Why haven't you called to let me know what's happening? I would have sent for you immediately," her tone is urgent. "Because you were on business for the King. I didn't want to bother you with something so trivial," I shut my laptop and close my notebook. "Trivial? My love, this is not something to be taken lightly. You are in pain. It will get worse once you reject him. It'll feel like a part of your soul is being torn away." "Please, don't make me feel worse than I already do," I sigh. "I can't just gather my things to leave. I have school and work. I'm not just his discarded mate. I'm more than just a floormat. This is why I didn't call you: I knew you'd want to come here immediately, and I don't want to lose myself over this. Leaving is a last resort." "Leaving?" I look up to see Santiago standing in the doorway of my home office, still dressed in his ceremonial suit. "GG, I have to go." I look away. "I love you." "Sophia-" I hang up before she can say anything else. "What do you mean you're leaving as a last resort?" he storms into the room and pulls my chair away from the desk to make me look up at him. I don't meet his gaze. "I told you that she means nothing to me. You're my mate. You're not going anywhere." I don't answer him. I push him away when her scent hits me. It's all over him. "I don't want you here right now. You're tainting my space with her scent. I can barely stand to look at you," I say calmly. "You're being so fucking dramatic, right now. I didn't have a choice, Soph. I'm not doing this to hurt you. I came home to you. You're my mate. You're the one I'm in love with. This is for our pack. You're turning your back on me to hurt me. You're acting as if I were the one at fault here," he growls. I cry out when he grabs my arm and spins me around to face him. "You're not leaving me. There is not a single fucking place in this world you can go where I won't find you. "You run, and you're only going to be making things worse for me," he grips both my arms with too much force. "You're hurting me," I try to pull away. He shoves me hard. Stumble back, hitting my head on the doorknob. The sting blinds me for a moment, but I don't have enough time to process it. "Look what you made me do," he says, dropping to the floor beside me. His hand presses on the spot I just banged against the doorknob. "Soph, I didn't mean to. I panicked." "Get away from me," I manage to cry out. His hand tightens around my throat. "You're not leaving me," he pulls me into him. His eyes are bright red, and his canines are out. "Say it. Say you're going to stay, Sophia." He leans into me, and for a second, my heart races when his teeth graze the curve where my neck and shoulder meet. The place he's told me wants to mark me. But he pulls away to cup my face to make sure I'm looking back at him. I've been in love with this boy since the first time I set eyes on him when I was fourteen years old. I thought I knew him. All of him. But the person in front of me is not the man I thought he was becoming. I don't recognise him at all. All I can do is stare back at him, fear and disbelief in my eyes. "Say it!" he shouts at the top of his lungs, making me jump. "I'm going to stay," I choke out. The lie tastes rancid on my tongue. "You can't leave," his wolf retreats, and I stare at his baby blue eyes as they fill with tears. "You can't leave me. I need you. I need you, Sophia. And you need me. Only I can protect you. You're mine." 1 Everyone is staring at me when I walk into my office after my classes are done. I can feel their gazes on my skin as I hurry over to the elevator. When I get to the maternity floor, I rush into the locker room to get ready for my shift. "Soph?" I look back at my best friend, Poppy's half sister. She's the last person I want to see right now, but there's not much I can do about it since we have the same shift. "Hey, Lieza," I greet her. The pitiful expression on her face hurts. "Don't." "This is awkward," she says, scratching the back of her ear nervously. "But the alpha sent roses." "What?" I ask, confused. I locked myself in the home office and slept on my giant bean bag last night. When I woke up, he was gone. He slept in the apartment. The bed had been undone, and his suit was on the floor, where he took it off, expecting me to clean it up. I would have left it there if I didn't hate having a messy room. I threw it away on my way out of the building. I finish putting my things away and follow her out. On the reception desk are five massive bouquets of roses and sunflowers. The nurses are all cooing over them. "Here, they came with this," Lieza says, holding up a hot-pink envelope. He wrote my name on it by hand. "These are so beautiful," Layla, one of the ultrasound techs, smiles at me. "You guys can have them," I say, going over to my computer. "I don't care for flowers." "They were a gift from your mate," Kennedy reminds me. "I don't have a mate," I say. Putting it out there hits me hard like getting mauled by a rogue after having watched it tear my brother to pieces seconds before. They don't say anything, but they understand, and the flowers disappear. I go about my day as usual, then head home after my shift. His car is here when I arrive. I don't park; I head back out right away. I need some time away from him—time to piece together my thoughts. Artume General Hospital is located near the main strip, where tourists frequently gather. The restaurants and stores are all open late. I have dinner at my favorite Korean BBQ spot and keep to myself, not wanting to draw any attention. As I have my dinner, I can't help but think about the night I found out I wasn't worthy of having a wolf. It was a night a lot like this one. My grandmother was sitting behind me in our backyard as the sun came up. It marked the night of the full moon in my birth month, and nothing happened. I didn't feel any different, and I didn't hear the sound of my wolf's spirit. "It could be late because of the trauma from the attack," she said, crouching down in front of me. I couldn't bring myself to look up at her. "Go back to school on Monday, and we'll meet again next month. I'll book an appointment for you later today. Go to bed." There's never been an omega in my bloodline. Ever. It was why the Helvigs were accepted into the city ranking system. My father had made a name for himself before he met my mother, who is from here. My grandmother encouraged him to relocate so he would have better opportunities. My body was shaking. All I could think was, what am I going to say to Santiago? How will his family react to me being what I am? They don't have to say it for me to know what was happening. I knew what was happening. I have been deemed an unworthy vessel. My phone pinged as if my thoughts summoned him. His name and our picture pop up on the screen with the voice memo. "I'm looking forward to seeing you on Monday. I love you." There is a tiny chance that my wolf is late because of the surgeries I had after the attack. I was twelve. That was almost seven years ago. I couldn't bring myself to open the following message, let alone reply. I dry my hair and curl up under the blankets. Sleep didn't come, but after a few hours, my grandmother came in to tell me that I have an appointment to get checked out. I got dressed, and we headed over to the clinic. I'm sure she's paid the doctor and the staff to keep all of this quiet. "Hey, Sophie," Dr. Valkrie greeted me the way she used to when I first met her. We all thought I was going to die then, and being an omega in my family has felt just like that. "Hey," I greeted her quietly. "Okay," she took a deep breath and smiled. She glanced over at my Grandmother, and it's all it took for her to leave the two of us alone. "There are a lot of reasons why your wolf is a little late. Have you been stressed lately? Anything you want to tell me before I start probing?" "A little," I nodded. "I found my mate, or rather, he found me." "Congratulations," she smiled. "Why would this be stressful for you? This is a good thing." "He's the next alpha of the city," I whisper. She tensed up, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I had been thinking about it all night. Alpha and Luna Romano are not going to like that. Luna Romano is Alpha Romano's chosen mate. No one really knows what happened to their true mates or if they ever had one at all. Dr. Valkrie leans forward to hug me. She sniffs me and then sits back. "You've mated with him," she states knowingly. I nod. "We can start there, but I have to be honest with you. If being with your mate doesn't bring her out, the possibility that you are an omega is high. It can be due to all the damage that was done in the attack-" "That's not what I want to hear," I cried. "I know. I know, Soph. The only way that this can move forward is probably if he marks you, but even then, the chances of the wolf you turn into being a higher rank are low. You have to drop combat training. "You have to tell him because if you lie, it's going to look very bad on you. I'm going to take some blood samples to ensure everything is okay. But I don't want you to get your hopes up. Okay?" I couldn't answer her. I swallow the knot in my throat and let her take the blood sample. I spent the rest of my weekend alone in my room. "Come down," my grandmother ordered on Sunday afternoon. She has her luggage ready, which means she'll be going back to Blackstone—lycan domain. "Thank you for coming, Grandma," I said. She let out a heavy sigh and tilted my head up. "You survived one of the most gruesome attacks in our history, little one. You gave up a part of you to ensure that justice was served to avenge your family. Don't let anyone take that from you. Do you understand?" "Yes," I choked out, but I didn't believe it. "Come," she opened the door that led into the garage. I walk in with her. Inside is a cobalt blue Volkswagen Beetle convertible. "You mother had this arranged from the moment she found out she was having a girl. "Helvig women are rare. Unfortunately, it has always been the men who have taken the glory in our bloodline. So, we were very excited when you were born. Finally, a little girl we can all dote on. Take care of it. Yes?" "Thank you," I nodded and wrapped my arms around her. Grandma has always had an icy aura about her. I was under the impression that she hated my mother and me. Perhaps it's not hate, but the lingering coldness of having to serve under the Lycan King. Grandma Zaraphine is about four or five inches shorter than I am. Her hair is black, highlighted by the grays and whites growing out. She doesn't look old, but her eyes give away her age. She's always been very elegant and refined. I wanted to be just like her. It was why I gave up on the medical program and joined the combat team at the start of my training. I started to cry again, and for the first time, she tightened her hold on me. I don't know how long we stayed this way, but when she finally pulled away, she wiped away my tears. She stared at me for a bit before letting me go. "Things will change for you, Little one. Drastically. If you need me to pick you up, call me. Do not hesitate. Do you understand? You are still a Helvig, and I will not allow you to be disrespected in any way. If I am unable to come personally, I will send someone on my behalf. Okay?" "Okay," I nodded. "I must be going. Try to keep this to yourself for as long as you can." "I can't," I inform her. "Why not?" "Santiago is my mate," I confessed. She inhaled deeply and pulled me into her again. "You call me immediately if you need me, Sophia. Do you understand?" "Yes," "I must go. I promised my general I'd be back before sundown. My heart stays here with you, Granddaughter. As always." "Be safe," I nod. I unlocked the car and climbed inside. It smelled brand new. Like that night, I sit here not knowing what to do. I can feel my phone buzzing in my pocket, but I don't have the energy to reach for it. I shut my eyes, needing a moment of peace. Anything to get my head out of the thoughts attacking the very essence of my soul. I am unworthy. There was no wolf spirit for me and no mate. 2 The smell of freshly made food greets me when I arrive at my apartment. I walk in to find Luna Romano in my kitchen and Santiago setting up the table. I look between the two of them, knowing that they're going to ambush me over what happened last night. I didn't think that my mate was a little bitch boy that needed his mommy to fix his life for him, but then again, he ended up marrying the woman she picked for him. "Sophia," she beams with way too much enthusiasm for my liking. "It's a little late for you to be out and about on your own, isn't it?" I stare at her, not knowing how to answer that. How dare she come into my home and say anything against me? She has no right, not even as the Luna of the City. I hold my tongue this once because, despite the shit show she's turned my life into, I once respected this woman almost the same way I respected my own mother. I kick my shoes off, and I head to my room. "Dinner will be ready in a bit," Santiago blocks me. "I already had dinner, thank you," I say, rolling my eyes and trying to get past him. He grips my arm in the same spot he had last night, pressing his fingers into the bruises I already have. I try to pull my arm out of his grip, but he only tightens it. I look up at him, wishing I had the strength to hurt him back with my entire existence. "Get cleaned up for dinner, Baby. My mom made us dinner. Take this off," he says sternly, motioning my scrubs. The two of us stare at one another for a long time before he releases me. I glance back at his mother to see her smiling proudly at his actions. She doesn't meet my gaze, and I don't argue. I rush into my bathroom as my heart beats faster than it ever has. I reach for my phone immediately and turn on the water. "I've been so worried about you," my Grandmother answers right away. "GG, Luna Romano is here," I try my best not to cry. "I don't feel safe." "All right," she says calmly. "Just do as you're told, I'm on my way." "Hurry," I try to calm myself. "Sophie," I almost jump out of my skin when Santiago bangs on the door. "I can at least have a moment to shower, can't I?" I call back and stuff my phone between the towels beside me. The door swings open, and I back away as he storms towards me. He's pissed. His eyes are dark, and the veins on his forehead are visible. "What did you just say to me?" he demands. "I just got off work. I want to take a shower. You don't need to be here for that," I hold his gaze. I know that he'll get suspicious if I become complacent. I've never been one to keep my thoughts to myself. His expression softens, and he reaches for a strand of my hair. "Shit, I'm sorry," he says, placing his hands on my waist and lifting me to sit on the sink. This isn't the first time he's done this, but it is the first time I feel repulsed by it. It's killing me, but I'm repulsed by the man I thought was everything to me. He reaches for the hem of my scrubs and pulls the top over my head. I'm trapped, and he doesn't see that this is wrong or that I don't want him touching me. I stay still, not knowing what to do. "I'm sorry," he leans into me. He buries his hand in my hair to pull my head back enough, so I'm looking up at him. "I keep fucking this up," He brushes his lips to mine, weaponizing our bond against me. My body reacts to his because of it. Tears slip from my eyes as he kisses me. He catches one on his tongue and lifts me enough to reach between us to get my scrubs off. "Please," I cry, not wanting to do this. "I don't-" "It's okay," he wraps my legs around his waist and covers my mouth to keep me from making a sound. "Stop," I mumble into his hand, trying to push him off me. His lips crash against mine, and he reaches between us. My omega traits are alive and well. He takes my reaction to our bond as an opening. Panic starts to set in because no matter what I do or say, he's not going to stop. It's in this moment that I realize too late that maybe I was never a person to him. Just an object no better than the shiny car his parents got him for his birthday this year. "It's only you, Soph," he mumbles into my mouth. "You're the only one I want." My mind blanks when he enters me. My body screams in protest, but he doesn't stop, and he's taking my struggling as fuel to get rougher. He presses his hand over my mouth again to keep him silent. "You're mine, Sophia," he repeats over and over until he's finished. I sit here for a while once he's done processing what just happened. When he knocks again, it's gently this time as if everything that's happened is now behind us. I didn't answer, but I ended up taking a quick shower mindlessly. He's not going to leave me alone. This woman is only going to make this a whole lot harder. She's standing in front of the dining table, her hands folded neatly over her belly. The smile on her face is one I'm all too familiar with. Before now, I used to take solace in it. Luna Romano has been like a mother to me since my mother passed. She would tell anyone who would listen that I, Sophia Helvig, was her only son's fated mate. Things changed when Santiago told them that I was an omega. They sent him away, and I was no longer invited to Sunday dinners in the main house. I was no longer a part of their family. If I'm such a disgrace on her family's bloodline, then why the hell does she want me here? I could just leave when the semester is over. I wouldn't make a fuss, and I wouldn't ask for a single thing in return. No one in their right mind would allow this humiliation, even if I am simply a lowly omega. "Why don't you come take a seat, Sophia?" She takes a step to her right and pulls out the chair to Santiago's left. She looks down at the chair and then at me. The action is almost threatening. "I think we need to have a serious talk." 3 Santiago is sitting there without meeting my gaze. I cautiously go around the table to sit where Luna Romano wants me to sit. I stay still as she reaches over me for the bread knife. I sit back as she cuts the freshly made loaf of bread in front of me. She places a slice on my plate and then another on his. I watch her hands as she moves to put other things on our plates, never setting the knife down. She walks around the table and sets it down beside her plate. "I understand that you are having some trouble with the new arrangement," she says as she takes a fork off the table. "I don't have to remind you that you are Santiago's mate." "No, you don't, and I don't think it's any of your business," I answer honestly—the two of us jump when Santiago slams his hand on the table. "Don't talk to my mother like that, Sophia," he growls. "It's alright, son," she says and continues to eat as if nothing were out of place. "Sophia, you shouldn't be making this harder than it has to be. You are Santiago's mate, and that comes with certain responsibilities." "No, it doesn't. You legally found a replacement for these so-called responsibilities-" "Of course, I did," she stops me. "Do you think you, an omega. A wolfless girl who is practically mortal could ever hold a candle to what a beta-ranked female can?" "I can do everything the beta-ranked female you chose and better. I have proven that over and over. In training and my studies. She wouldn't be able to hold the highest credentials in medicine, the way I can run circles around her studies in pack economics. The comparison isn't fair if you're basing this on genetics." "Is that what this is?" she laughs humorlessly. "You're jealous of Poppy?" "Poppy has nothing I need to be jealous about," I sneer. "Except you do. She is the new Luna of the City, whether you like it or not," she says flatly. "Do you know how many Lunas die a year because other alphas or rogues target them. You know, the very same rogues who took your family from us. You will never be in any danger with Luna Romano taking the lead." I stare at her, letting what she just said sink in. She just called Poppy Luna Romano. My hand twitches over the fork beside my plate. It would be so easy for me to get over this table with it to show her exactly what this little omega can do. I may be the lowest rank of my kind, but I was raised like one of them. My grandmother would rather kill me than let me walk around unable to protect myself. As one of the Lycan King's most trusted Major Generals, my training started long before theirs did. I was raised to be a soldier, and it was only by fate that I am now a healer. "Mom," Santiago says gently. "I think you should leave." "Excuse me?" she laughs, looking over at him. "I think you should go so that I can talk to Sophia alone," he adds. "You brought me here," she reminds him. "I know, and she knows how serious this is now. Get out," he growls. The two of them face off for a moment before she nods and stands up to leave. Neither of us moves as she gathers her belongings. She kisses the side of his head. He knows exactly what I would do to his mother, even though she outranks me. I'd spend the rest of my life in a prison cell here, and I wouldn't regret it. "I suggest you understand your position and soon, Sophia," she says, pausing at the end of the table. "We want to move forward doing things pleasantly. You can be a part of this family the easy way, or you can be a part of this family the hard way. The choice is up to you, but leaving is not an option." "Go," Santiago growls at her again. I sit here waiting for the weight of her words to break the silence between us. He expects me to stay here while he parades his chosen around for all to see simply because I'm an omega. Tears fill my eyes as the realization hits me like a slap across the face. They're all going to make my life a living hell, and he expects me to take it. "You swore you'd never let anything hurt me when I told you I didn't shift," I whisper. "I would never let anything hurt you, Sophia. You know that I would do anything for you." "Except this, right? You'd never stand up to your mother for us even if it killed me," I stand up. "She made us dinner, Sophia. The least you can do is try it," he says calmly. I suck in the mucus in my nose from crying and hack it up into my mouth before spitting it on the food she made for us. He stares at me in disbelief. I've never done anything so ill-mannered before. My grandmother would have never let me hear the end of it, but I think this is an exception she might be willing to overlook. "That's what I think about your mother's food, Santiago." I kiss him on the opposite side of his head. "It's going to take some time for us to get used to this. Sophie," he continues. "I'd reject you now if I thought you'd accept it. But I'm looking forward to doing everything in my power to make you do it. By the time this is over, you're going to hate me with every ounce of your soul the way I do you now." He reacts this time. His hand lashes out and grabs my wrist. He spins me around, pulling me into him hard. My chest smacks against his, hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs. "You hate me?" he laughs and pushes against me until my back hits the wall. My body is trembling, and I can't bring myself to look up at him because if he looks into my eyes, he'll know I'm lying. I want to hate him. I should. But our world is on fire. The flames are closing in around us, with nowhere to run. He did this. He did this to us, and instead of letting me go so that he may do his so-called duty, he wants me to stick around to watch him destroy everything we could have built together. "Reject me. Please," I beg him. "I don't want this. I don't want you like this." "Not a chance, Sophia. You said you'd help me make sure the City prospers," he says, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "This is it, Baby. As soon as we have an heir, it's over. It'll be just you and me. You'll bear my mark, and we can put it all behind us." 4 It's been a long time since I've been plagued with nightmares of the attack. I lay here beside my so-called mate, reliving the moment in silence. It's the final quarter. There are forty seconds on the board and six yards to a touchdown. My arms are tightly around the iron bars as I watch my oldest brother, Gavin, toss the ball to our brother Oliver. The two of them position themselves as the next play begins. All I can hear is the roar of my blood racing as I watch the final moments of the game. My brothers have been working so hard to get here, and winning this game will make them champions of this year's Packlands Championship league. "Let's go, Helvig!" someone shouts, and the crowd starts chanting our last name. The timer restarts, and the team delays the throw. The other teams are unaware of what's happening. Their eyes are locked on Oliver. Ten seconds. Oliver pushes off the ground, and the other team moves with him. Gavin rushes forward, pushing off the ground with all his might. The crowd erupts with joy as he jumps over the other quarterback, clearing the last yards. The stadium goes crazy. I scream, gripping the metal divider, and jump down along with a whole lot of other people. They did it. I cross the field and jump into my brother's arms. Oliver swings me around laughing, and then tosses me up, only for Gavin to catch me. The team and the others in the pack surround us. The older wolves howl while we, the juveniles, can only scream with joy. I have never been more proud of my brothers. I've watched them day in and day out train until they could barely stand to get here. I know it's one of the happiest days in their lives, and I get to be a part of it. "Where's Dad?" Oliver asks. I stare back at him, not knowing how to answer without ruining the win. I think he sees it in my eyes because he nods. "It's cool." "I'm here," I take his hand, and his smile returns. I jump on him again. "You did it!" "We did it," Gavin comes over with some of the other older boys and his mate. Joclyn. Joclyn is the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life, and she complements my brother perfectly. The ideal beta couple is coming into power. I hear all the whispers about them, how they're going to make the pack stronger. The best thing that could have happened to the Artume Pack was the alpha bringing in my father when he was seventeen years old. No one has anything bad to say about any of us. "Hey," I point at Dad. We all turn to see him running to us. "He came!" I beam, patting Oliver's arm. "He's here." Ollie has always tried his best to please our dad. To walk in Gavin's footsteps to show him that he's worthy of being an official Beta. I know our father is as proud as the rest of our family, but he works a lot. Being the Pack's acting Beta is a full-time job, and sometimes he misses things. Gavin tries to explain, but it's hard to listen when there's a vacant spot in every event or ceremony. "Something's wrong." Gavin takes my hand and pushes me towards Joclyn. She immediately pulls me to her. Dad waves his hands. "Run," Oliver shouts at us. "Sophie," Joclyn pulls me, and I lose my grip on my brother's arm. A loud howl echoes in the darkness in the treeline. Joclyn's hold on my hand tightens as a massive wolves come out of the darkness like demonic shadows—one after the other in every direction. "Gavin!" I cry out, but he's nowhere in sight. "Sophie, stay with me," Joclyn shouts. I follow. The two of us run towards the crowd. She's smart, she's ducking under the crowd with me in tow, not trying to go through them. I scream when someone hits the floor beside me. It's Ms. Harper, my Algebra one teacher. Her eyes are looking back at me, but there's nothing in them. I scramble away from her to get closer to Joclyn. The two of us managed to get under the bleachers with a couple of other girls from my class. "Stay behind me," Joclyn growls. Two big wolves appear up ahead. We turn around to find two more at the other end. "The tunnel," I cry out. "Go," Joclyn shoves me, and she shifts. I take the hands of two of the other girls, and we make a run for it as some of the other pack wolves back Joclyn out. I push the girls to the left, keeping us tight against the wall. Two rogues run past us. I glance back at the others, knowing that they have no idea what to do. Not any more than I do. Think. Think, Soph. What would Ollie do? I poke my head out to see that people are dying everywhere. I see an opening to the parking lot. "Okay," I look over at the girl behind me. She's in my PE class. "Okay, do you remember when we did all four exercises?" "Yes," she nods, along with some of the other girls. "Don't stop until you get out of the gate. Head towards the main building," I order. "What about you?" she cries. "I'm right behind you," I promise. She steps forward. "The gate and then the main building. Hide anywhere." The four of them take off running the way we practiced. I look back and see no one. I don't want to leave Joclyn behind, but there's really nothing I can do. I turn around and run after them. I repeat it in my head over and over. The gate. The main building. The gate. The main building. The gate. The main building. My body screams when my hands reach the gate. I try to catch my breath, and as I prepare to break for the parking lot, I hear a howl, and my body freezes. I turn around to see my father's wolf trying to fight off the wolves, but I lock on to the dark brown wolf behind him. Gavin. My blood runs cold. Another howl echoes in the distance. I see the pretty sand colored wolf sprint across the field and clash against the group of rogues my father is trying to fend off. I step back, unable to believe what I'm seeing. My eyes scan the crowd, trying to find Oliver. I don't see him anywhere. He wouldn't want me to get in the way. If I run out there, I can risk getting hurt or distracting them more. I turn around only to come face-to-face with two wolves. Everything happens so fast. The pain blurs a lot of what's happening. I scream as I'm dragged towards the treeline. I kick and claw, calling out for help. I hear it then, Oliver's howl. The teeth embedded in my shoulder are pulled away, and I cry out as my brother's black wolf runs past me. "Oliver!" I cry out. But it's no use. I can't move. Everything feels hot, and all I can do is watch as those monsters rip my sixteen-year-old, newly shifted brother apart. I can't breathe. All I can taste is the metal in my mouth. I turn slowly, searching the chaos for my Dad. "Daddy!" I call out. I repeat it over and over as I pull myself towards the light of the parking lot. I reach the border and pull myself closer to the light. Two growls come from behind me. I look back to see the two rogues stalking towards me. The bigger one barks, and I cry out. It pounces forward, biting at my leg. With what little strength I have, I kick him. He whines, and the other one pounces on me. Its paw lands on the wound on my shoulder, and all I can do is scream. There's a howl, and the wolves pause. The look in the direction it came from. One of them runs off, but the other one keeps its eyes on me. The howl turns into a roar just as he's about to bite me again. He freezes mid-attack and turns his attention to the darkness behind him. More wolves rush out of the darkness. One in particular stands out. A massive silverback jumps out of the darkness of the clearing. His silver fur was almost luminescent in the full moon's light. He tears those other wolves apart without mercy. The one hovering over me lowers his body and turns around to escape. I scream and reach for it. The wolf is startled, and it bites me. I cry out again and again, refusing to let go. I can feel it tearing at my stomach, but if I'm dying, he's coming with me. Silver comes in my direction, and the wolf latched onto me let's go. I keep my arms around its leg the same way I had when my brothers won tonight. I feel the hit of the young King taking the wolf off me. I fall onto my back. Water or maybe blood fills my lungs, and I can't breathe at all. I try to gasp for air, but relief never comes. All I can see are the stadium lights that illuminate the football field I've grown to love. I lay here thinking that was probably the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. The man at my back, who swore his love and devotion, sleeps peacefully, not caring that he's tearing me apart. 5 I sit up when my alarm goes off and turn it off before it can wake him. I shower, trying my best to get his scent off my skin. To erase what he did to me until he was satisfied. My skin is raw by the time I'm ready for my first class today. I make a quick breakfast for us. I take my coffee and try to escape before he wakes up. I almost jump out of my skin when I turn around to see him standing behind me. He's never hidden his presence from me before. His smile is one I'm very familiar with. I have woken up to it every morning since his return. It was a testament to the happy life I thought we were building. It comes off sinister now that I've seen the beast he'd been hiding from me after all these years. I look at him, and I only see a stranger now. A stranger in my mate's skin. "You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" he asks, stepping closer. "I didn't want to wake you, and I'm already running late," I lie, taking my cup off the counter. He steps with me and takes the cup. "Okay," he says, putting it back on the counter. "I made a reservation for us at-" "Do you really think going out in public would sit well with the pack days after your wedding?" I ask, stopping him. He tenses up. He's never been one for rejection, and up until now, I've never had a reason to say no. I'm questioning everything, and all I feel is emptiness. "I'm trying to make it up to you," he sighs. "I didn't want this either, Sophia." "I understand, which is why I'm telling you now that going out in public wouldn't be right. It would reflect poorly on the two of us. It'll be disrespectful to your wife," I see him visibly tense up as I take my cup from the counter again. "I'll see you tonight. Here, where no one can see." "I'm sorry," he blocks my path again. "Tell me how to make this right again." I stare at him to see if he looks genuine. He seems to think this is a tiny little obstacle in our path, but he doesn't understand the rules of choosing a mate. He's not going to get anything he wants without marking Poppy. What we had was over the moment he allowed his parents to dictate what would happen as he moved forward as the alpha of Artume City. Hell will freeze over before I ever forgive him. Not just for the wedding or not being able to stand up for us, but because of his actions. I don't want him anywhere near me, and he doesn't seem to care. He doesn't see that he's hurting me and making things worse. "I just need some space," I step back. "You didn't even warn me, Santiago. I knew your parents stopped caring for me the moment you told them I was an omega. I didn't think you would ever buy into it. You accepting this only proves to me that you think the same thing they do." "I don't. Sophie, you mean everything to me. You are the love of my life. From the moment I laid eyes on you," he grabs my wrist. "You have to know that." "I did," I pull my arm out of his grip. "But I find it very hard to believe it's the truth anymore." He stares at me, and I can see the war he's in with his wolf. His expression blanks, and I look away to go for the door. "Do you still love me, Soph?" he asks as I step out of the apartment. I take a deep breath and leave without saying a word because that's a stupid question. I hurry into my car and leave before he decides that he wants me to stay with him for the day. Sitting in class is not something I want to be doing right now. I'm in agony, and I have nowhere to go to let it out. Everyone is staring at me. I may not have a wolf, but I can still hear them whispering about me. Those who have hated me from the moment Santiago made our relationship known think I have finally been put in my place. As if being Santiago's mate was the only thing I was ever good at. It's such a shallow notion, and it's an odd feeling when I think that I was no better until the day I didn't shift. I complete the pop quiz and take it to the front. I'm still the first one done. I'm probably the only one in this class who's going to ace it. None of them is going to see that simply because my misery is more exciting. They want something to make me smaller. Envy is ugly when power is involved. I never wanted any of it. I fell in love with the idea of mates, especially after I lost my family. Before I went to Artume Academy, my grandmother had to stay here with me. We were both miserable. She was stuck here babysitting a twelve-year-old who couldn't even move after the attack—two years of surgeries and physical training. It was lonely, so when I met the boy with the pretty sea glass colored eyes and sly smirk, I didn't even question it. It was comforting to be vulnerable around him. To have someone to share my small world with. He was my best friend, but he was gone for a whole year, and things can change during a big stretch of time. I was stupid to think I'd get the same person back. "Ms Helvig," Professor Harrington greets me. She takes my test and sets it down on her desk. "If you need some time to-" "I don't. I'm fine," I reassure her. Her pity stings. I gather my things, wanting nothing more than to go back to my apartment and sleep for the rest of the day. "Omega bitch," someone growls as I make my way over to the exit. I pause and see an eraser on the desk beside me. Using my knee, I knock the table up and round-house kick the eraser at her. She turns back to look at me right on time, and I get her right in the center of her forehead. The class laughs at her when she stands up and screams. "I may be some omega bitch, but I can still end you. Then you'd be the stupid bitch that some omega nobody killed," I remind her. Her eyes are glowing amber with rage. I stand my ground, waiting for her to give me an excuse to beat the shit out of her. She stares at me long enough for it to be embarrassing for her. She takes a seat without saying another word. Some of the others laugh at her. I walk out satisfied. I slam against a brick wall, dropping all of my things. I look up to see a smirk aimed back at me. "Bullying the little girls, Little Omega?" he grins. "Some things never change, huh?" 6 It's been about three years since the last time I've been around the second crown prince of the Lycans. My grandmother used to bring him and his older brother here when the Lycan King and Queen were away on business. Ivar Axel is five years older than me and was best friends with my eldest brother, Gavin. Growing up, he and Gavin made it their life's purpose to infuriate me and my brother Oliver. "My prince," I step back and bow. "Don't even do that," he laughs. I smile at him and crouch down to pick up my things. "Are you okay?" Professor Harrington comes out of the classroom to check on me. I stand up, looking between the two of them. Ivar hands me my belongings. "I'm sorry for the interruption, Professor. I ran into an old friend. This is Ivar Axel. The second crown prince," I introduce him so that she can just go back inside and leave me the hell alone. Is everyone going to ask me if I'm okay? That's the last thing I need. Maybe leaving school early and having to work twice as hard in the upcoming term, so I'm not set back, isn't as bad as I think it might be. Then again, the perfectionist in me would riot. "My prince," she bows to him. She looks up at me. For a moment, she considers reaching for me, but she hesitates, then nods. "Be careful." "What was that?" Ivar laughs when she goes back into her classroom. "Don't ask," I shake my head. "It's been a long time, your highness." "I know. I'm sorry, but it's been a long two-" "Three years," I correct him. I was sixteen the last time I saw him. Not long after, I found out I was an omega. I chalked it up to the exact reason why everyone else pulled away. When others heard I didn't shift, they recoiled as if I had suddenly become contagious. "Shit, it's really been that long?" he laughs. "I'm going to the cafeteria for breakfast. Want to come?" "Lead the way. You know I love to eat." "What brings you to Artume City?" I ask. He takes a deep breath and lets out the heaviest sigh ever. I laugh at how dramatic he still is. That hasn't changed at all. "I got in trouble," he admits. "The night before a huge summit, I went out with some of the alphas in the North, and we got plastered. I didn't show, and Ragnar benched me for the rest of the year." "Ivar," I say his name, disappointedly. The alphas of the North are known for their wild parties. They're all a bunch of cowboys. "I know. I know," he shrugs. "But honestly, I don't even care. I'm tired. I hate politics, and my dad wants me to be beta. That means I'd have to walk beside Ragnar for the rest of my life, and I can't think of anything worse." "I thought you guys were close. Did something happen?" I ask. "Nah, I just hate how planned out his life is. He doesn't know how to have fun. He's devoted to sucking up to our dad and training to be the new Lycan King. I don't have that responsibility, and we have an amazing up-and-coming Beta. I don't see why he's pushing this so hard." "I can think of one thing. You'd be the King's most trusted. There would be no one better to watch his back than his own brother," I shrug. He takes two trays off the belt and hands me one. "Okay, when you put it like that, it makes me sound like I'm entitled," he smirks. "Just a little," I laugh. "So, what? You decided to come slum it with us civilians?" "Actually, I'm here on guard duty." "Oh yeah? Who?" I ask, interested. "You," he says. "Me?" I ask, glancing back at him as I reach for a slice of pizza. I snort as I take a few other items. "Why would I need guarding?" "You tell me. Major General Helvig set the order. My orders are to stay with you until your move to Blackstone. She didn't specify any details," he says, glancing at me as if I were hiding some grand secret. I grab a couple of drinks and get in line for the cash register. My stomach tightens as I play what he said over and over in my head. She couldn't make it, so she sent Ivar to make sure I made it back in one piece. Santiago is not going to like it one bit. Shit. "Ms Helvig," the girl at the register greets me kindly. "Hey, Steph," I say. "The two lunches, please." "Of course," she says and rings us up. We take a seat somewhere away from the big crowds. "Is there something you want to tell me?" he asks. I reach for my lemonade. The sleeve of my hoodie pulls up. I try not to make it evident that I'm hiding it, but I know he saw it. His playful demeanor instantly fades. He stares at me as I reach for my breakfast pizza slice and take a bite. What am I supposed to do in this situation? Lie? To the crown prince? And then what? I tell him the truth, and he confronts Santiago. This is not going to end well. "Some shit happened," I shrug it off. "Who did that to you?" he asks. "I mostly did it to myself," ugh. I just said that. "Did Santiago hurt you?" he asks, his voice low, and leans forward to hear my answer. I don't know how to answer him. I don't know how to explain what is happening to me. I'm scared. Anything I do or say will be evaluated. Santiago made a choice, and I wasn't it. Yet things aren't as black-and-white as that. He sits back without pushing it, and I feel like an idiot for feeling this relieved. "Can we talk about this later? Where are you staying?" I ask him. "At the Helvig Estate. There are instructions for you," he says, reaching into his jacket pocket. He places the envelope with the royal seal wax stamp on it. I wipe my hands and my mouth before reaching for it. There are envelopes—one for me and one for Santiago. I shut my eyes, already exhausted with where this is headed. I open my letter to see it written on the page. By order of Major General Zaraphine Helvig, Sophia Marie Anne Helvig is to return to the Helvig estate for the remainder of her school term to liquidate all Helvig properties and ensure the safety of all valuables so they may be returned to her in Blackstone. It's specified that no outsiders are to enter the house during this time to protect said valuables. It goes on to say that Ivar is here to ensure that everything listed is completed in accordance with the provided schedule. It's not only signed by my grandmother, but the Lycan King himself. If anyone were to question it, they would have to ask the two of them directly. "Fuck my life," I toss the envelope onto the other one. He'll know exactly what's going to happen when the term ends in three months. There will be no hiding it, even if I'm able to convince him for a while. We'll both know. I wonder if we're going to make it out of this. If anything will ever be okay again. "You promise to tell me what's going on when we get home?" he asks. "I'm going to have to keep him off you, aren't I?" "I'd like to think he's above that, but it's a probability," I whisper. "Okay," he nods, his expression softening. "I'll try not to kill him. Although I doubt my brother would hate it when I tell him I mistakenly started a war because someone is hurting you."

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