Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 6: Grace: Revoked Privileges

The way everything changes so quickly, like I never existed as Alpha's daughter, is shocking. In a week, all my privileges have been stripped away. Even things I didn't realize were a privilege.

Like clothes.

A private bathroom.

Even my name.

"Hey!"

Yeah, that's my new name.

"Hey! You!"

Stopping mid-step, I turn, only to find myself wanting to be swallowed whole. Seriously, a sinkhole opening up right beneath me would be heaven right now.

It's Rafe's mate.

The sight of her approaching sends a jolt through my system, my heart lurching painfully in my chest. She's even more stunning up close, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall, those piercing green eyes pure poison as they watch me.

"Remember me?" Her voice drips with honeyed venom.

She's not alone. A few she-wolves follow along behind her. Some are faces I recognize; part of the pack. The others are strangers.

"I..." My voice catches in my throat, barely a whisper. "Yes."

gaze to the ground in front of her. It doesn't tear me up inside

I kidding? It's shredding

hate to think I made

raking over my body. I'm no longer dressed in my clothes; clothes that fit. Instead, I'm in an oversized t-shirt with holes in the hem and jeans that are only held up thanks to a cloth

alpha's little pet has been reduced to this. A

twisted facts around make me want to snap back, to defend myself, but what's

you want?" Keeping my voice level and calm is the

Oh, darling. I already have everything I want." Her smile widens, revealing perfect white

mateship of our pack to the neighboring Forest Springs

dad's the Alpha of Forest

Not like me. I'm just Rafe's castaway,

birthright, makes my blood boil. But

for myself," she continues, reaching out to twirl a strand of my greasy hair around her finger. Baths are also a privilege

touch, my

She presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. "It doesn't matter now, does it? You're where you belong.

wound. I blink back tears, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Despite telling myself that I wouldn't rise to the occasion, she got it out of

hot against my ear, "Rafe told me all about you. How you clung to him, desperate for attention. It was

things? The thought of him laughing at me behind my back, mocking my feelings... The same

but it

part of me in denial about

it's a beautiful sound. "Oh, sweetie. Did you really think he cared for you? A human? He was just amusing

way she says it makes my stomach

all over her. I clench my fists, nails digging into my

on her, I'm just going