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Chapter 11 

EVE. 

After dinner, I practically bolted back to my room the second it was polite enough to do so. I just mumbled something about being tired and slipped away. 

Saint had left not long after he arrived. 

He didn’t say goodbye. Not that I expected him to. He just stood, placed his napkin beside his plate, 

and walked out like the rest of us weren’t even there. 

Let him stay gone, please. 

The moment I shut my door, I exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled off my clothes and slipped into the soft pink nightie I’d picked earlier. 

I tied my hair into a bun and let my bare feet sink into the rug as I moved to sit on the bed. Just a few hours in this place and I already felt like a caged animal. It was as if the walls were also watching me. 

But at least the day was over. At least I could finally sleep. 

Tomorrow will be Sunday. So, first thing in the morning, I’ll talk to Mum about not staying in this pack. Besides, one of my strong reasons would be the fact that she and my new Dad would be touring the world for their honeymoon and would be away for some weeks. 

I’ll tell her I couldn’t stay here without her. 

Perfect. 

I had barely pulled the covers back when I heard a knock at the door. 

I froze instantly. 

My heart leaped into my throat. I didn’t even move for a second, like if I stayed quiet enough, whoever it was would go away. 

The knock came again. But it was softer this time, so I forced my legs to move and walked to the 

door. 

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Thankfully, it wasn’t Saint- why would I even think he was the one? Stupid me. 

It was a maid who was smiling too wide. 

“Good evening, Miss Eve,” she said sweetly, holding out a glass. “Alpha said you’ve had a stressful day. This’ll help you sleep better.” 

“Oh,” I said, blinking at the milk. “Thank you…” 

She curtsied and turned to leave. I watched her go for a beat, then shut the door quietly behind me. 

Oh. Wait. I hadn’t even asked her which Alpha she was referring to. But… it wouldn’t be Saint. He didn’t give a damn about how tired I’d be to the point of sending milk to me. 

I was filth to him. So, it was most definitely my stepfather. 

I looked at the glass for a second and shrugged before downing the whole milk in one go. 

It was warm, sweet, and comforting in the weirdest way, like it was hugging my throat as it slid 

down. 

I placed the empty glass on the side table and climbed into bed. Finally. Finally, I could check my 

phone, maybe call Tamara. I needed her. I needed to vent. 

I barely unlocked the screen when a wave of dizziness slammed into me like a truck. 

My fingers slipped from the phone. 

My entire body suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I blinked hard, trying to keep my eyes open, but it was like my lashes were glued shut. My heart pounded, and I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t even feel my arms anymore. 

What the hell… 

My brain screamed at me to get up. But my body wasn’t listening. 

Sleep dragged me under, and it felt so violent and unnatural. 

And then… 

I suddenly snapped my eyes open with every strength I could muster. 

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And I froze instantly. 

The room was dimly lit, strange, and cold. The atmosphere felt sterile and depressingly heavy. 

And worst of all, when I tried to move, I couldn’t. 

My arms were tied to either side of the bed. 

My legs were spread and restrained. 

This… this wasn’t my room. 

This was… somewhere else. 

This wasn’t the soft pink nightlight glow I’d left on. This wasn’t the baby pink bedsheets I had lain on. This was… more… masculine? 

I blinked fast, trying to adjust to the dim light of the room, when I saw a figure standing right in 

front of me at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed. 

Essecting me like I wasn’t a person. It felt like I was a problem he had already 

already cleaned up in his head and was now deciding how best to discard. 

“I was starting to wonder how long you’d fight it.” His gaze dragged over me, “Guess now we can finally talk.” 

“No… please…” I whimpered, tugging at the restraints. 

“It’s a pleasure to officially meet you again, stepsister. Welcome to my world.” He said, and for the first time, I saw him smirk. And it didn’t look good. 

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