Rejected by a Phoenix, Claimed by a Wolf
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Three years after returning to the Duke's estate, I finally admit the truth: the phoenix I poured my heart into raising doesn't love me. He only spreads his brilliant tail feathers for the replacement.
I was six when traffickers took me, stuck in the slums for twenty years. A year after losing me, the Duke and Duchess adopted an infant from the church.
That girl became the new daughter, enjoying everything that should have been mine.
When they found me at twenty-six, my parents looked at me with guilt, yes, but mostly like I was a stranger. They loved the daughter they raised more.
I don't blame them.
Twenty years in the slums taught me: don't count on anyone's love. Only power and gold won't betray you.
So when he refused me for the third time, I went to the black market auction and bought a battered wolf slave.
The phoenix finally panicked, feathers flaring, voice shaking:
"Master, you promised you'd only keep one magical beast..."
I was six when traffickers took me, stuck in the slums for twenty years. A year after losing me, the Duke and Duchess adopted an infant from the church.
That girl became the new daughter, enjoying everything that should have been mine.
When they found me at twenty-six, my parents looked at me with guilt, yes, but mostly like I was a stranger. They loved the daughter they raised more.
I don't blame them.
Twenty years in the slums taught me: don't count on anyone's love. Only power and gold won't betray you.
So when he refused me for the third time, I went to the black market auction and bought a battered wolf slave.
The phoenix finally panicked, feathers flaring, voice shaking:
"Master, you promised you'd only keep one magical beast..."











