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To keep my dying brother alive, I signed a brutal mate contract and spent seven years serving as a meat shield for Vincent, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. During those years, he shamelessly paraded a string of lookalikes through the packhouse, all dead ringers for his lost love. He constantly degraded me, snarling, "With your pathetic bloodline, you're nothing but a tool. Don't you dare harbor any foolish delusions about me." I endured every ounce of his neglect and humiliation, silently playing the part of the submissive mate. Then came the day my brother succumbed to agonizing silver poisoning. All while Vincent was busy pampering some fragile Omega he had just dragged back to our territory. He forced me to hand over the greenhouse I had built with my own hands, letting her wreck it at will—she even buried her dead cat's ashes right over my father's grave. He remained convinced I could never survive without his pack's protection, assuming that throwing me a few hollow words and expensive trinkets would keep me forever groveling at his feet like a broken hound. But he failed to realize that with my only tether snapped, I had absolutely nothing left to lose.