Chapter 6 The Breaking Point
The taste of metal lingered in my mouth for hours after. Not just the ring, though God knows that was bitter enough but the taste of my own blood where I'd bitten my tongue to keep from screaming. To keep from begging. To keep from breaking completely.
I sat in my closet that night, knees drawn to my chest, staring at the crack of light under the door. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces. The satisfaction in Renna's smile. The way the other servants had looked at me not with pity, but with relief that it wasn't them on their hands and knees.
And Ryder. God, Ryder.
The way he'd looked at me in that hallway, like he wanted to say something, do something. The way his fingers had traced my face like I was something precious. And then... nothing. He'd watched me crawl across that marble floor like an animal and done absolutely nothing.
I pressed my palms against my eyes, but the tears came anyway. Hot and angry and full of everything I couldn't say out loud.
How have I gotten here? Six months ago, I was planning a wedding. Dreaming about the future. Believing that love could conquer anything, even a cold husband who barely looked at me. I'd been so stupid. So naive.
Now I was nobody. Less than nobody.
The door creaked open and I flinched, pulling the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders. It was Maya, one of the kitchen girls. She slipped inside with a small plate of bread and cheese.
"Thought you might be hungry," she whispered.
I stared at the food. When was the last time I'd eaten? Yesterday? The day before? Everything blurred together now.
"Why?" My voice came out hoarse, broken.
Maya crouched down beside me. "Because you're still human. Even if they want you to forget it."
I looked at her then, really looked. She was young, maybe nineteen, with kind eyes and calloused hands. "Aren't you afraid they'll see you helping me?"
She shrugged. "Everyone's afraid of something. Doesn't mean we stop being decent."
I took the bread with trembling fingers. It tasted like sawdust, but I forced myself to eat. Maya watched me carefully.
"My grandmother used to tell me stories," she said quietly. "About wolves who forgot they could howl. They lived so long in silence that they believed they'd lost their voice forever. But voices don't disappear, you know. They just... wait."
Something cracked inside my chest. "I can't even feel my wolf anymore. She's gone."
"Or she's protecting herself. Waiting for the right moment."
Maya squeezed my hand once and slipped back out, leaving me alone with her words and the lingering warmth of human kindness.
But kindness wasn't enough. Not anymore.
The next morning brought fresh humiliation. Renna had decided I should serve at the Alpha's breakfast meeting with the neighboring pack leaders. Important men discussing important things while I poured their coffee and pretended not to exist.
I kept my head down, moved quietly, tried to blend into the wallpaper. But I could feel their eyes on me. Heard their whispered comments.
"That's her? The one who tried to seduce the Alpha?"
"Pathetic. Look how far she's fallen."
"Good lesson for any she-wolf who thinks she can rise above her station."
My hands shook as I reached for Ryder's empty cup. Our fingers brushed for just a second, and electricity shot up my arm. He felt it too, I saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his breathing changed.
But when I looked at his face, it was a mask. Cold. Distant. Like I was nothing.
That's when something inside me finally snapped.
I straightened up, slowly. The coffee pot was heavy in my hands. The room went quiet as I stood there, no longer cowering, no longer invisible.
"Excuse me," one of the pack leaders said, irritated. "Did someone ask you to stand?"
I looked at him. Really looked. This man who thought he had the right to judge me. Who thought my pain was entertainment.
"No," I said quietly. "No one asked me to stand."
Renna's face went white. "Sienna, sit down. Now."
But I didn't move. I looked around the room, at all these powerful people who'd watched me be destroyed and done nothing. At Ryder, who'd held my face like I mattered and then let them tear me apart.
"I used to wonder," I said, my voice growing stronger, "what I did wrong. What terrible thing I'd done to deserve this. But I know now."
"Shut your mouth," Renna hissed.
"I was born a woman," I continued, ignoring her. "In a world where that means I can be used. Traded. Broken. Thrown away when I'm no longer convenient."
Zane started to stand, but I kept talking.
"You drugged me. You manipulated me. You stole my inheritance, my name, my dignity. You made me crawl on the floor like an animal. And you called it justice."
The coffee pot was shaking in my hands now, but not from fear. From rage. Pure, clean rage.
"But here's what you forgot," I said, meeting Ryder's eyes for the first time. "You forgot that broken things still have edges. And sometimes, those edges cut back."
I set the coffee pot down carefully on the table. The silence was deafening.
Then I walked out.
I walked out of that room, down the hallway, past the guards who were too shocked to stop me. I walked until I reached the gardens, until I could breathe again, until the sun hit my face and reminded me that I was still alive.
Behind me, I heard shouting. Running footsteps. But for the first time in months, I didn't care. I had found my voice. And I was done being silent.