Kira’s POV
With trembling limbs, I pushed myself off the bed. I had been unwell since the early hours of the morning, and now it was getting worse. But I knew this wasn’t an illness—this was the weight of rejection, the crushing reality that I was mated to three men who despised me. The thought alone shattered my already fragile mental state and weakened my wolf.
I had nearly collapsed in the kitchen this morning, forcing the butler to insist I return to my room. Since then, I had curled up in bed, drowning in sickness and pain—until he suddenly barged in.
Sighing heavily, I moved toward my small wardrobe, pulling out the first dress my fingers touched. Not that I had much to choose from. My wardrobe held only a few things—the servants’ uniform and four worn-out dresses. That was all. T
