Chapter 3: The Restroom
Lethia flung her bedroom door open, seized her suitcase, then yanked her wardrobe open, hurriedly grabbing her clothes. But...
'Wait, this is my father's house—his land. Why should I be the one to leave?'
She hurled her clothes onto the bed and sank onto its edge. The burning sensation in her chest gradually subsided, replaced by a dull cramp twisting in her stomach.
She bit her lower lip, trying to process what had just happened. Crying wouldn't solve anything, even as her damned warm eyes threatened to spill over.
Ever since she had learned she was wolfless, she had fought not to dwell on how her cursed fate had damned her.
Thanks to her father's power, she had lived a spoiled life, shielded from society's cruelty—an Alpha's daughter still held onto the status of an esteemed she-wolf.
Her confidence had soared when the supposedly smart and handsome Alpha's son from an allied pack claimed he could feel the mate bond and made the first move.
Indeed, she was not like any other wolfless who blindly trusted a bond she couldn't feel herself.
For Lethia, her marriage-mate bond was merely a necessity for securing her legacy within the pack's society.
That was why it had taken her over a year to accept Varrel's sweet words, proven devotion, and the obvious magnetic presence.
But despite her strict judgment, tonight she regretted the decision to accept Varrel into her life.