**TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains sexual assault and/or violence, and suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.**
Dream
Adea
All those years, he never let me down. He wasn’t a man of many words but I always knew, I just knew. It was in the way he looked at me, the way that he touched me, the way that he did things for me, the way that he jumped in the way when I was going to get hurt.
Yes, his way of showing affection wasn’t normal but… how many people were actually normal in this Goddess-forsaken world? If that was how he wanted to show me he needed me, loved me, I didn’t care.
Sometimes, yes, he hurt me, his love was painful but good, so good. I could take it and knew when we mated, I would do anything and everything to make him happy. Did that make me like Alpha’s mate? I don’t know.
