When I got back to Prince Draven’s suite over an hour later, I spent a long time in the shower reminiscing on what happened and crying my eyes out. I felt terrible all over. My wounds were starting to heal but I wasn’t hurting because of them. I hate my life. I have blamed my parents for what they did to put me in this situation for too long but maybe it’s time I blamed myself more. My father never wanted me and he was right not to want me. It’s like he knew I was a curse, he knew that nothing good will come out of my existence.
Here I am, a pathetic looser, one who does not deserve to be alive or in the Lycaon place, sleeping in the Prince’s bed. I’m good for nothing and I should have told him that when he brought up this ridiculous idea to pretend as his mate. I haven’t been formally a
