Chapter 27
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For a naturally rebellious Alpha, being born into the Thornfield Pack was a cosmic joke.
I hated their suffocating control, their inhuman rules, and my mother's perfect composure—not a single hair out of place, even when it was just the two of us.
I made defiance my religion.
They forbade pets. So naturally, I kept one anyway.
Secretly raised an injured fox cub for two whole years.
Then one day, during what I thought was routine hunting training—I shot it dead with my own hands.
What kind of monsters would do that?
I fell to my knees, vomiting. They just watched, expressions cold.
Worse—they'd known about my pet all along but let me raise it for two years, just to arrange this "unforgettable lesson."
Unforgettable indeed.
So I rebelled completely.
I gave up trying to please them.
Whoever wanted to inherit this godforsaken Pack could have it.
