Wolfless, Unbroken Abandoned novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Time crawled forward, and Georgia learned to exist in its slow grind.

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The days turned into weeks, and then into months. Each morning she woke beneath Vetro’s roof, uncertain if she could endure another day–but she always did. Over time, she adapted to her role, moving like a shadow between tables and corridors, careful to leave no trace of herself behind.

But that didn’t stop the others from noticing her. Or from hurting her.

The other employees, quick to sniff out weakness, bullied her relentlessly. She’d become the unofficial outlet for every burst of rage, every misplaced frustration. She never fought back, not once. She didn’t have the energy–and more than that, she knew it wouldn’t change anything.

The rumors she’d heard during her imprisonment still echoed in her mind. Those wolves had whispered that it had all been Alpha Preston’s doing. Every beating, every humiliation–it was all by design.

She didn’t question it anymore

She was no longer the daughter of an Alpha. She was no one. And no one got justice.

Day after day, the cruelty continued, hammering away at her until it shaped something new–something smaller. Her wolf, once a comforting presence deep in her soul, began to fade. Its voice grew faint, like a memory she could no longer grasp.

Then one day, it was gone entirely.

She realized it when she tried to call on it in silence, reaching inward out of desperation… and met only emptiness. Her wolf had vanished, and with it, the last shred of who she once was

The others sensed it quickly. They laughed at her now–not behind her back, but right to her face. No wolf. No aura. Just a

hollow shell.

They circled her like vultures, their grins sharp and eyes glittering with mean–spirited joy. She heard their voices in her sleep, echoing in the quiet hours, twisted into nightmares.

She couldn’t shut them out.

“Georgia,” someone snapped.

She blinked, pulled back into the present.

A waitress stood in front of her, arms crossed. “VIP room. Someone spilled wine. Go clean it up.”

Georgia nodded numbly.

“Stop zoning out,” the woman snapped. “You do that again, and I’ll report you to Charlotte ”

It wasn’t even a threat anymore. Georgia accepted every order without protest. Everyone at Vetro knew it–if they wanted to kick someone when they were down, Georgia was the safest target.

She followed quietly, trailing behind the woman toward the elevator. But just as she stepped forward, a hand showed her

She didn’t argue. She turned away and made her way toward the rear hall where the freight elevator waited, moving as though her bones weighed more than they should.

Inside, a man and a woman were locked in an intimate embrace, pressed together so tightly they might have been trying to disappear into each other. The woman clung to the man, breathless and whimpering softly. Their mouths met in greedy. unrestrained kisses.

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