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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.

I wasn’t positive I were her child by birth,

head. The title of Luna is not for the likes of you. You’ll be a mate in name only. It’s still an honor, but the pack can never

to keep

almost manic in her quest for my acquaintance. “This is your duty, your

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you will bear his children. That is the extent of your

motion stiff and mechanical, like a puppet on strings. My mind, however, is already spinning, formulating a plan to escape this

grants me the freedom to return to the Aspen pack, I’ll contact Lisa. We’ll

woman with an elegant bearing and a bright, unsettling gleam

she isn’t human, either. Her eyes are a dark, glittering red and her hair is black without the faintest sheen of color in its highlights, adding

features. “Sister Miriam,” she greets the stranger. “What an honor to have you

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smile playing on her lips. They’re pale and thin. “The honor is mine, Grace. Alpha

unease over my skin. It’s hard to hold her

had hackles, they’d

She’s an existence that’s dangerous even to wolves. I

what she is.

She’s affected, too. “Alpha Renard said you would be able

unable to meet Sister Miriam’s probing stare. I don’t know what she can do that a pregnancy test can’t this early on, and I’m not sure I

the most skilled in detecting the earliest signs of breeding.

my side, meeting my eyes again in the

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white. It looks unnatural on her

child,” she says. Her voice is sweet in a way that should be soothing, and yet paired with

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 touches, but when I try to jerk

eyes.

her hand down my neck, across my collarbone, down my chest and finally coming

Tenderness?”

“No.”

presses firmly against my stomach, and I flinch. Though her hands are