And for eight years, I did. I loved Marc like a son. I cared for Malachi’s every need. But I was a fool. Malachi never loved me. All these years, he and Marc treated me like trash. They made sure I knew I was just a lowly concubine in this house.
Marc never respected me. He spent every day finding new ways to hurt my wolf. I had already decided that today, on Marc’s eighth year of life, I would leave this pack forever.
If Marc had thrown hot tea on me three years ago, I would have begged for his forgiveness. I would have tried to make him happy. But I am finished.
The funny thing is, this dress was never Via’s favorite. She never even wore it. This was my dress, a gift from my own mother before she passed. Via stole it from me, just like she stole everything else in my life.
“The feast is starting. Where are you, Rhea?” Malachi’s deep voice echoed outside the room.
I dried myself and walked out just as he stepped inside. He saw my stained dress and the red marks on my skin and sighed.
“I heard what Marc did. Do not think about it too much. He is just a pup, and I know he loves you,” Malachi said.
I let out a cold laugh. “That child does not know the first thing about love.”