8
I had never been so hysterical in front of Alexander before.
On our mating day, he told me he preferred gentle, nurturing females.
So for two years, I maintained a docile, obedient persona around him.
I had barely ever contradicted him, let alone lost my composure with such explosive anger.
Looking back, he had gradually manipulated me into becoming Victoria’s shadow in his mind.
But now, I didn’t care what he thought anymore.
Those days of constraining myself within that pack house for the sake of a cold, selfish male-
The very memory made me sick!
Perhaps in his eyes, I had always been an expendable character.
He enjoyed my devotion, my tenderness.
Yet he never reciprocated with even a shred of warmth.
After shouting at Alexander, I felt liberated, releasing much of the bitterness that had been building for days.
Aurora emerged from her room, firmly taking my hand.
I responded with a big hug.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine now. That kind of male doesn’t deserve my heartache.”
“But what about the security footage issue? What should we do?”
A sleepless night followed.
