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<b>Olivia’s </b>POV
<b>“</b>You’ve failed us, Olivia,” Father said, his gaze sharp and his tone sharper. “We were expecting you to be
Luna.”
“I could still be Luna,” I told him.
<b>“</b>No,” Mother said. Her own eyes were like daggers, each piercing me down <b>to </b><b>the </b>heart. Even as a <b>child</b>, she had never showed me warmth. I wasn’t sure why I had expected to find any now.
Perhaps it had been life on the road that made me hope my parents would be happy <b>to </b>hear from me<b>. </b>
Instead, they seemed more worried about my presence in their house would do <b>to </b>their <b>reputation</b>.
<b>“</b><b>You’ve </b>ruined all your chances, Olivia,” Mother continued. <b>“</b><b>You </b>burned your bridges. And now we <b>are </b>
going to do the same to you.”
<b>“</b><b>You’ve </b>always been something of a disappointment,” Father said.
“I can fix this,” I said. “I just need some time and money to pull myself back up. I’m sure of it<b>!</b>”
<b>“</b><b>You </b>tried to kill the Alpha’s mate,” Mother said, though I imagined what upset her most wasn’t that so
much as the next thought, “And you got caught.”
<b>“</b><b>You </b>were careless,” Father said. “We will not be the same. Take what you want from your room. We are
going to destroy the rest.”
<b>“</b><b>You </b>aren’t weed back here,” Mother said.
“We’re going to disown you,” Father said.
“<b>You </b>won’t drag us down with you.” Mother again.
“I get <b>it</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>I said bitterly. “Let me get my things and I’ll get out.”
In my bedroom, I had very little that actually mattered to me. My childhood was nothing but my parents‘ <b>expectations </b>pushed down onto me. I didn’t have toys or games. I couldn’t even keep my thoughts safe in a journal. If they had found it, <b>my </b>parents would have read it.
So I didn’t <b>go </b><b>to </b>my bedroom for any mementos or keepsakes.
Instead, I pulled all the books from my shelfs and make <b>a </b>pile of them on my bed. Then <b>I </b>lit a match.
I walked out of the house before the fire took hold. Truth told, I didn’t <b>care </b><b>if </b><b>the </b>house <b>burned down or </b>not. I just wanted <b>to </b>send a message and <b>that </b>seemed like <b>the </b><b>best </b><b>way</b>.
I walked to the nearby town, pleased when I <b>heard </b><b>the </b><b>wail </b><b>of </b><b>firetrucks </b><b>heading </b><b>back </b><b>the way </b><b>I came</b><b>.. </b>
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<b>My </b>good mood <b>didn’t </b><bst </b><b>very </b>long. <b>In </b>between ducking into <b>alleyways </b><b>to </b><b>avoid </b><b>the </b><b>patrolling </b><b>guards </b>and <b>enforcers</b>, I <b>caught </b>sight <b>of </b><b>the </b>news through the windows <b>of </b><b>the </b>television <b>repair </b><b>shop</b>.
<b>Healer </b>Amber Is Alpha Rafael’s Sister! Read the bottom <b>scroll </b>on the television <b>screen</b>.
<b>That </b><b>bitch </b>took everything from me. <b>My </b>title. The man I was supposed <b>to </b><b>marry</b>.
And now she was some lost princess?
Bullshit.
Right then and there, I vowed for revenge.
Though… with how things were, I would need some <b>time </b><b>to </b>organize <b>a </b>good enough n. After myst one failed, I wasn’t sure I’d have the effort <b>to </b>try again.
Hearing this news lit a fire within me though.
I had a few favors I could still call in.
Watch out, Amber.
This wasn’t over yet.
Julian’s POV
Mom was asking about Olivia. Had she <b>not </b>heard about Olivia’s disgrace?
With Mom’s fragile mental state, I didn’t want <b>to </b>upset her, but <b>I </b>couldn’t just let her continue to have this misconception, could I?
No, I owed it to Amber and Alice, to make up for all the mistakes and secrets of the past<b>, </b><b>to </b>tell Mom the truth now. Maybe she had time enough left to get to know her true daughter–inw and her grandchild. She at least deserved that chance.
<i>“</i>Olivia isn’t here<b>,</b>” <b>I </b>told Mom. “<b>Do </b>you remember Amber?<b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Amber<b>?</b><b>” </b><b>Mom </b>asked. Her eyes went a little wide for a moment. All <b>of </b>the <b>sudden</b>, the heart monitor kicked into high gear, beeping wildly. Her blood pressure monitor wailed <b>too</b>. A siren <b>screeched </b><b>in </b><b>the </b>hallway, signaling for the <b><i>doctors </i></b><b>to </be in right <b>away</b>.
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