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They don’t do any good.

My head hurts.

My vision is blurry.

I want to leave. I need to leave.

I feel like I am crawling out of my skin. I want to scream, to rage, to throw shit.

I will never be safe.

I will never be free.

I just got my pack and I am going to lose them all, thrown back into the arms of my abusers.

My head hurts.

My chest hurts.

“Well?” Jude barks. “What the fuck does it say?”

Bradley has the decency to look ashamed. “I don’t have a choice. I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry?

What does he have to be sorry for?

“What are you saying?” Dario snaps, an anger like I’ve never heard wrapping around every word he says.

“I’m saying that I have no choice but to comply with this order. She has to return to Pack Smith.”

When his words hit me, it is a physical blow. My back arches, and I scream.

Not a fearful, pained scream.

One of pure fury.

I throw myself out of Matteo’s arms and land on my hands and knees in the risers, crawling to the steps.

I’m falling apart.

I’m not going back to them.

I’m never going back.

I’ll kill myself before I ever let them touch me again.

When I finally manage to push myself to my feet, I lock eyes with Warner Bradley.

This Omega is trying to take my pack from me.

He is going to hand me over to my abusers and not think about me ever again.

Well, I’d like to see him fucking try.

Chapter 36

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