In the midst of her tears, a realization struck her: it had always been this way.
She chose to be blind to it, hoping and praying for the best and counting on the fact that she was his mate.
Celia was right; the lineage of the pack's Alpha never cared about the women who bore them their heir. Once their purpose had been served, they were discarded and isolated.
Rhea got on her feet, wiping her face dry. There was no need to cry about this anymore.
What was done was done, but she was damned if she gave birth to her children in a wretched pack like Alpha Elijah's.
She was done.
Rhea made her way to her room and packed up her bags. With each of the clothes she folded in her little bag, memories came flooding back.
Madam Celia's warnings when she arrived at the palace and offered the po
