Chapter 141

That unwanted, rejected, and feeble little no one who imprinted on a boy ten years later, who stood in her place—also dead! She couldn’t be allowed to love her fated mate because of what she was. She never really existed anyway. She was a lie that was fed to me and made me live under a mask of my own making because I never knew the truth, and this girl, this one right here, she’s the Alora who’s been holding her breath and waiting for me to find her. She’s the daughter of a warrior. The daughter of a prophetic Queen who was slain for her power. She’s the heroine of a prophecy, and she’s a goddamn white wolf with red eyes, which makes her some kind of hybrid with gifts. Gifts that a witch thought so powerful, she bound them until a time came when she needed to get them back. A witch who sacrificed her life and her son's sanity to protect her. She’s someone to be reckoned with; she needs to find a way to bloom. That doesn’t sound like any kind of weak no one to me, not a reject, or unwor