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The whispers hissed around me like a nest of angry snakes, their venomous accusations biting at my ears, yet I kept my head lowered, my gaze fixed on Dante’s casket. The white lilies seemed to mock me, their purity a cruel reminder of everything I’d lost—my innocence, my dignity, my freedom.

Why, Moon Goddess? Why did you curse me with this pathetic omega fate?

My thick-rimmed glasses slipped down the bridge of my nose, and I pushed them back up quickly, trembling fingers betraying my fear. Dante's family was watching me closely, eager for any sign of weakness—any excuse to punish me further.

Look at her, just sitting there like she lost something precious," Dante's aunt spat venomously, eyeing me as though I were a filthy insect. "She's probably glad he's dead.

Ungrateful brat!" his cousin Elena snapped bitterly. "She should be on her knees, thanking Dante's corpse for feeding her worthless omega family for two years.

Omega family. The words stung because that's what they believed—that I was just another weak omega whose father had sold her to pay his debts.

My fingers curled around the edge of my skirt, nails biting into my palm as humiliation stung my cheeks. Two years of hell flashed in vivid colors through my mind, bringing back the shadows I'd fought desperately to bury.

Two years ago. I was just sixteen, trembling in the dark, the night my father's weakness sentenced me to Alpha Dante's bed. I never knew that last night would be my last torment night and Dante’s last day of his life.

FLASHBACK

Knock! Knock! Knock!

I jolted awake, my heart racing as I heard the pounding at my door. Before I could reach for the handle, it swung violently open, revealing Dante's towering frame, reeking of whiskey and Alpha dominance that made my fake omega persona cringe in terror.

Carlotta," he drawled, voice thick with Alpha command, eyes wild and hungry. "Thought you'd lock me out, did you?

I stepped back, hands trembling, words caught in my throat. At sixteen, I was still learning to suppress my true nature, still fighting the urge to show him what a real predator looked like. "Please, Dante. You're drunk—"

Shut your mouth," he snapped, his Alpha voice forcing an involuntary whimper from my throat—not because I was truly submitting, but because I had to make him believe I was the weak omega he'd bought. "You're mine, remember? Bought and paid for. Your pathetic father's debt, my precious little omega whore.

Alpha Dante Alessi—the most ruthless pack leader in the city, known for his cruelty and complete dominance over those weaker than him. And I was supposed to be just another omega, broken and submissive under his control.

No—" I gasped, backing away until the backs of my knees hit the bed, forcing me to sit. My pulse thundered wildly as fear clawed up my throat, choking me. "Please—

He moved with Alpha speed, capturing my wrists roughly, twisting them until I whimpered.