I can understand why my family hates me, but I don’t understand why they have to hate me every single fucking minute. My mother died when she gave birth to me. And since then, they put the blame on me. Perhaps it was the Goddess of Fate who decided to take my mother as early as that age.
But no, my sister and father never think of that. They just see me as the sole one to be blamed for her death.
Sometimes, I think they just fucking hate me and my mother’s death is just their excuse to hate me more. Like I’m just disposable anytime and worthless all the time because of something I unknowingly did.
And I guess I have to live with this pain and burden for the rest of my life.
The round of greetings to pack elders, Betas, and other high-ranking pack officials has finally ended.
And here I am, back to my lonely self. Back to my castle of solitude.
“Fiona...This is Mira.” I sat up straight immediately when my wolf whispered to me. “Our mate is near,” her voice was full of excitement. “Let us look for him.”
I stood and found myself looking for someone I do not know amid the sea of crowds. Nevertheless, I kept walking.
“Keep searching!” Mira exclaimed.