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BLOOM’S POV

The moon festival was fast approaching, and every person in the Pack had been tasked with doing something. It was two weeks after being tortured, and while I was allowed to move around the Pack, my hands and legs had been chained. That way, I wouldn’t be able to run away.

Like a slave, I moved around bound, the clanging of my chains notifying everyone of my appearance and keeping them away from me. One of the significances of the chains was that I was a disgrace therefore, no mated or unmated male wolf was permitted to take more of a glance at me. It also meant I was ineligible for marriage because I tarnished mine and my father’s name.

That wasn’t all. After the torture, my father had ordered the guards to drag me out, and in front of all the Pack members, disowned me as his daughter. For whoring myself to an unwanted male, I was no longer his daughter.

Did it hurt when unmated males ignored me and walked past me like I was a plague? Yes, but that wasn’t the worst part. J