Zora’s POV
“Are you happy at the mansion?”
The air in the room felt dense with unspoken words, and I hesitated, my throat tightening as I prepared to reveal a part of my past I never imagined sharing.
“Marcel,” I began, my voice a mere whisper, as if the volume could lessen the gravity of my confession, “I try my best to be.” I could feel his gaze on me, a mixture of concern and curiosity urging me to continue. “My pack was about to sacrifice me, and that’s when the Lords intervened. They saved my life. I cannot repay their kindness”
Marcel’s eyes widened, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “Saved you? From your own pack?” His incredulous tone echoed the disbelief I had once felt when faced with the reality that my own family had given me up.
The weight of his concern hung in th
