BITTERSWEET PART 3: ARMATA AND CALISTA

Calista

Six months have crawled by, and every day with Armata is like living with a personal eclipse — his shadow looms over my every move, blocking out any semblance of normalcy.

It’s not hatred that simmers in my chest now; it’s a begrudging tolerance, the kind you afford a storm that refuses to pass. I find small victories in moments he’s not around, though they’re as rare as they are brief.

My friends are a lifeline, a connection to a world where being the Alpha’s daughter isn’t my only identity.

Six months have done little to dull the edges of my disdain for him, but they have taught me patience and the art of seizing opportunity when it arises.

“Cali, it’s now or never,” whispers Zoe, her eyes sparkling with mischief that reflects my own.

“Do you think I can actually do it? Get out without him knowing?” My voice is a mix of excitement and nerves.

“With that fortress of a man? It’s gonna be tough. But hey, that’s the thrill, right?” She grins, and I can’t help but grin back.

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