**Chapter Two** The cold floor felt like home—cold, unwelcoming, and suffocating. I had spent the night curled up in the living room, staring at the ceiling, trying to silence the thoughts that screamed at me. My mate had rejected me. Again. Like I was nothing more than trash beneath his feet. I had no time to dwell on the pain. Morning had arrived, and with it, my stepmother's shrill voice pierced through the silence. "Serena!" Vivian's voice rang from the dining area. "Get in here and make breakfast for your sisters!" I clenched my fists and pulled myself off the floor. My entire body ached, but I ignored it. I had done this every day for years; cooking, cleaning, obeying. But today, something snapped, almost.I marched into the kitchen, finding my stepmother seated comfortably while my stepsisters, Laura and Elena, scrolled through their phones like they had no care in the world. My jaw tightened. "They can make their own breakfast," I muttered under my breath, but Vivian hea
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