Dumped Omega? Now Their Alpha King Begs at My Feet novel Chapter 64

Valerie's POV

I finished speaking and the silence on the balcony was absolute. I didn't look at him. I just stared out at the dark mountains.

I had laid the facts out for him, one by one. I didn't cry. I didn't raise my voice. I gave him the story like I was reading an official report.

This was how I had survived. If you don't show them your pain, they can't use it to hurt you. It starves them of their power. So I gave him nothing. Just the cold, hard facts.

I told him about the winters in the basement, so cold I would wake up with my teeth chattering under a single, threadbare blanket. I told him about being made to serve Brenda and her friends when they had parties, clearing their plates while they laughed and whispered about my secondhand clothes.

I described the way Luna Iris would inspect my cleaning work, running a white-gloved finger over a surface, looking for a single speck of dust. If she found one, that was my meal for the day gone.

I gave him a specific example.

"Brenda was being formally courted by a young Beta from an allied pack, Marcus Junior," I said, my voice perfectly level. "Alpha Blackwood held a formal dinner. It was very important for the alliance."

"I was allowed to sit at the table for that one. For appearances," I continued. "Brenda ‘accidentally' tripped while carrying a tureen of hot stew. It spilled all over my lap and my dress."

"It was hot enough to burn my skin. But I couldn't react. I just had to sit there while she laughed and called me clumsy in front of our guest."

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