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69 Ava: Sister Miriam (I)

Mom’s fingers deftly twist and turn my hair, pinning it into some sort of elaborate style. Her touch is clinical, devoid of any maternal warmth, as she secures each lock into place with sharp tugs.

She’s been doing this for hours, trying to figure out the best style for the mating ceremony. The only comfort I have is in knowing she’ll never have the chance to dress me as planned.

“Honestly, Ava, couldn’t you have made more of an effort with your appearance?” she chides, as

disapproving as always. “Your hair is little better than a

rat’s nest.”

This is something she’s said at least three other times in the hour she’s been here. I bite back the retort that hovers on my tongue, knowing better than to provoke

her ire.

A musical jingle causes her to pause, and she checks something on her phone for a second, before returning to her project. “It’s a good thing your worth isn’t tied to your looks,” she continues, her words

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cutting deeper than any physical blow. “You should be

grateful that Alpha Renard has deigned to mate with you, despite your deficiencies.”

There’s a little chip in the paint of the wall above the mirror, and my eyes are drawn toward it. It’s

something to focus on as I tune out her nagging and cruel remarks. For a woman who’s capable of so much love toward her older children, it’s amazing how much

vitriol she can throw at another.

by birth,

of Luna is not for the likes of you. You’ll be a mate in name

keep the bitter resentment from showing on

almost manic in

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children. That is the extent of your purpose.”

a puppet on strings. My mind, however,

pack, I’ll contact Lisa. We’ll run far

my mother’s nagging monologue. An older woman with an elegant bearing and a bright, unsettling gleam in her eyes enters the room. She exudes an

isn’t a wolf, but she isn’t human, either. Her eyes are a dark, glittering red and her hair is black without the

respect crossing her features. “Sister Miriam,” she greets the stranger. “What an honor to have you grace us with

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honor is mine, Grace. Alpha Renard requested my expertise in a delicate matter.” Her inhuman stare settles

over my skin. It’s

hackles, they’d be standing.

an existence that’s dangerous even to wolves. I can feel it, even

what she is.

little tense. She’s affected, too. “Alpha Renard said you would be able to see if

stare. I don’t know what she can do that a pregnancy test can’t this early

am the most skilled in detecting the earliest

by my side, meeting my

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is wide, her teeth too white. It looks unnatural on her face,

that should be soothing, and

fingers tilt my chin upward as she turns to look at me. I shiver at the touch, something inside me protesting the close contact. It’s like my skin burns. where she

eyes.

down my neck, across my collarbone, down my chest and finally coming to rest on my abdomen. “Tell me,

Tenderness?”

“No.”

against my stomach, and I flinch. Though her hands