I was sad—deep sad, the kind that sat heavy in my chest like wet stone.
My life felt sad too, not just back then but right now, dragging me down. Why do I have to feel so sad? Can my life even improve? The male leads are after me, who I don't want to get involved with... are after me. It's because of Lily. If she hadn't been an alpha, I would have been fine. Second-handed goods are bad.
Not at all necessary.
I sat on the living room couch, legs stretched out weak and wobbly still recovering from the paralysis—moving them slow side to side for exercise, tiny flexes that burned but did little to lift my mood.
Felix.
I hated Felix with every bit of me, that pathetic bastard who'd hurt me. No way did I want to marry him, contract or not.
"Emily, you worried about him still?" Hellen asked soft, settling beside me massive and warm, her honey-citrus scent wrapping gentle as she watched my legs tremble faint.
