Samira’s POV
I was sitting on the chair closer to the window of the Danian’s room. His bedroom has a separate small dining table and a writing table. The bedroom was huge compared to the one we shared in the pack house, which was almost double the size. Everything looks royal and luxurious. It has passed Three weeks since the day I came here. My bruises and cuts were already cured except for one or two. The scars will be disappeared soon, and I felt my wolf, Pepper, was becoming healthy. She was purring when Danian touched me.
William’s memory was still echoing in my head. His smile, the beautiful moments we shared, our wedding, everything was bringing pain to me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring a photo of him. Every memory of ours will soon fade away from the pack, and they will forget
