The Pariah
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"I'm going to build an Empire and when I do, on my word as a man and as your brother, I will take care of you." ---Unknown Nicholas Hart had always done the best that he could. He had taken care of Mia. He had put food on the table (not always the best food, but food was food). He had a job. He paid his taxes, and he kept their two person family together. He had to grow up fast, because who would take care of Mia? He made a promise to his sister to always protect her, and promises were something Nick always delivered on. Even if it meant screwing himself over. Even if it meant for his world to be upside down. What he didn't intend on, was dragging his sister into his mess this time.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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