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I bathed the woman who will be bedding my mate tonight. Cleaned her with the best oils and styled her hair in the most attractive way. I made her look like heaven under this beautiful dark night. It was painful. My heart constricted in my chest with pain. It was hard to control the tears from falling. I watched how she smiled at every glance at herself in the mirror. I could not help but curl my fist into a ball. I never had a story and will never. At least not with him or even... anyone. It was just me. A 'me' that is just useless to him.

I have lost my mate. My only means of salvation. I am now bound in captivity.

~NYX~

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Griselda flipped her hair to the back, her body glistened with oils that maids had used on her. She loved the way she scented and how the lycan ornament suited her.

She rose to her feet, the transparent gown she was wearing splayed out behind her and she looked at Nyx who had no expression on her face.

"Is everything prepared?" She asked.

"Yes, Your Highn