What was wrong with me and how could I have let this happen to me while my eyes were opened?
I was a hybrid, for crying out loud myself.
My eyes welled up, seeing everything on my body like I was just a sort of work of art.
My memories flooded back to me, recalled how I bled so much and let those Alphas used me as they pleased because I didn’t want to have my hand cut off. I didn’t want to die yet.
That’s why I became their puppet. How pathetic of me.
My appearance resembled that of a leopard with spots.
I was filled with rage and hated myself for staring at the mirror.
At that instant, I slammed the mirror on the wall with my fist, as it broke into pieces.
Blood spilled out of my hand the minute it healed itself and I wish my heart could also heal too.
How could I ever have
