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PRIEST: “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” TALIA: “I married a dog… because my stepsister decided that was all I deserved.” MARCY: “A filthy slave like you should be grateful anyone would marry you.” TALIA : “She was so afraid I’d outshine her… she married me off before her own wedding.” MARCY: “Now you know who deserves the best.” TALIA : “But as I walked down the aisle with my dog husband, Marcy’s fiancé suddenly walked in.” DAMON: “What a sweet dog… His scent is driving me crazy.” MARCY: “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll get you a better dog as a wedding gift.” TALIA : “But the moment Alpha Damon picked up the dog, his scent hit him even harder.” DAMON: “Wait… it’s not the dog.” DAMON: “It’s that pet slave… She’s driving me crazy.” MARCY: “Her?! You mean this bitch? How could that be?” TALIA : “This was the day Marcy and her father had feared for years.” “They thought they had buried Talia’s fate forever. Years ago, Alpha Edward found Talia, an orphaned girl whose beauty caught his attention. He adopted her not out of love but to suppress her, he tore away her wolf and turned her into a servant.” “He thought destroying her wolf would destroy her destiny. So, on Marcy’s seventh birthday, he decided to make Talia his daughter’s pet slave. But little did he know… the birthday gift he was about to give Marcy would one day make his greatest fear come true.” ALPHA EDWARD: “Marcy, here’s your birthday gift—a pet you’ve always wanted.” Marcy forced Talia onto her hands and knees, walking on all fours. A leash clipped to a leather collar around her throat. “Walk,” Marcy commanded. Talia crawled. The nobility pointed and laughed. The other servants watched in muted horror. “Bad dog!” Marcy mocked, yanking the leash sharply when Talia slowed. Her palms hardened with callouses. Her knees bled through thin fabric. If she lifted her head too high, Marcy pushed it back down. “Mutts keep their heads down in the presence of royalty. Now sit!” Talia slept in a confined stone cell above the palace. No mattress. No blanket. Just straw and iron bars.