ken

a

t the party? I feel a mix of anger and sadness boiling inside me. How could someone who was supposed to

for me. Even if it were a Gamma or an Omega, I wouldn't mind. All I ask for is a mate

ide my room, too afraid to step outside. I'm emotionally drained and have lost my will to live. After what happened tonigh

ng since we returned, but I just can't bring myself to open it. I'm too ashamed to fac

me be, please," I say between sobs, but my mothe

is door,

hes. "Please." I break down as the scene replays in my he

ne," Mother ann

down from my bed

ask her, wiping away my

rry, love. I couldn't protect you. I feel worthless. I

d that means a lot to me. Thank you so much. You

pes my tears with her thumb. "Ever

Everyone hates me, even my father. What is my offense? Is it

sweetie. Your f

the party. He would have rejected me if he could. Mother, I'm alre

, Jane? What did I do wrong? W

d to leave this place. I feel like a disgrace to you," I whisper. "I know some peop

at me, I don't care, darling. I

g around will only make it worse. I'm only going to ge

s. She opens her mouth

then I'll help you contact my sister. She's the Luna of the neighboring pack, not so far

love you," I mumble,

y mother and I are still hug

he mumbles as he enters. He watches me with a hateful stare

much, Father?" I ask, d

leader and a father." His eyes are cold and unyielding, filled with disdain that cuts deep into my soul. His jaw is clenched, and his lips curl into a sneer as if the very sight of me disgusts him. The lines o

to your daughter like that?" she challenges, her voice trembling but re

apart, every word a dagger that cuts deeper into my already wounded soul. I swallow hard, trying to muster the strength to stand tall despite his cruel words. "Stop calling her my daugh

the

die than accept you a

ther yells as she

. Admit it, Clara, she's a disgrace. I wish I

one a fresh wound that deepens the ache in my chest. He wou

the

rd. It's annoying to think t

, tears streaming down

hugs me. "I will al

roars befo

obbing uncontrollably. His words pierce my heart like knives, each one cutting deeper than

rds. "Don't listen to him, Jane. He's wrong. You are not a disgrace. You

to look at her. "Why does he hate me

thing wrong, Jane. Your father... he has his own demons, his own insecurities.

as if I can physically hold my shattered heart toget

hands. "Maybe not by your father or your so-called mate, but by me. And by

of this pack, this place where I've always felt like an outsider. But maybe a fresh start is