His Slave His Beloved Mate

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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Diana's POV:

"Take your dirty hands off my mate, you filthy bitch!" I heard a she-wolf roar with such ferocity as though she was going to kill me.

Before I could even say anything, I felt a tight slap land on my face. Almost immediately, my vision blurred and I felt a little dizzy.

"You pathetic whore! How dare you seduce my mate?" The fat she-wolf shook her fists furiously and cursed at me.

"Excuse me? Are you blind? Your mate grabbed my hand first." I clutched my cheek and looked at her with a shocked expression on my face.

Hadn't this she-wolf seen her mate ate me up with his lustful eyes?

Much to my chagrin and confusion, I ended up facing the wrath of this unreasonable she-wolf in the form of another slap to my face. I fell to the ground and my ears were buzzing as if there were thousands of ants screaming inside my head.

"You are just a mere slave in the pack. How dare you talk back to me like that? Don't you know who I am?" The she-wolf pushed me to the ground and began punching and kicking me.

Meanwhile, her mate sat on a chair not too far away and watched with amusement. "This is ridiculous! She's the one who came on to me. Why would I be interested in Baldwin's daughter? Her father is our enemy! It seems as though the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Baldwin's daughter is just as heinous as he was."

I stayed on the ground and clenched my fists to hold back the tears from falling from my eyes.

My father, Baldwin Lawson, was the most powerful Alpha on the continent. However, he had been killed.

I had seen how my father was killed. He died miserably, and there was blood all over the ground.

After my father died, his killers occupied my pack and established a new pack under the name, Blue Lake Pack. My sister Angela and I survived, but we were captured and made to work as slaves.

I even attempted to make an escape with Angela several times, but it didn't go as planned each time and we ended up getting punished even more cruelly.

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