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Jeanette's smug expression was evident as she adjusted her top, seemingly unaffected by my presence. I dug my fingernails into my palms, trying to control my trembling.

Ragnulf approached, his voice now oddly composed, as if discussing something trivial. "Lyra, I've been considering Jeanette as a potential breeder."

I felt my breath leave me abruptly. "A breeder?" I echoed, barely audible.

"Indeed," he replied, as though the term was innocuous. "But you're my Luna. If you object, I'll forget about it."

Without thinking, my hand moved swiftly.

The loud slap of my palm connecting with his face made the already tense atmosphere even more palpable.

Surprised gasps filled the room, but I paid no attention. My hand stung, yet it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

"You're revolting," I hissed, my voice quivering with fury. "You humiliate me in front of our pack, then think you can make amends by offering me a choice? As if I should be thankful?!"