Rayne turns away and walks back into her den. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She had sacrificed herself for him, yet here he was, treating another woman like a queen.
Rayne continued to work silently, tending to the pack’s needs, while ignoring the ache in her heart and the throbbing in her shoulder. She couldn’t help but glance at Kenny and Lila from time to time, watching them together. The scar on her shoulder burned, a constant reminder of what she had sacrificed for her alpha.
Rayne continues to work on her den, trying to make it as comfortable as possible for herself. Her den is quite small, but it has everything she needs. She doesn't need much, as she's always been a modest person.
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