Neither could it ever become her mate's home.
She brushed away the vines creeping up through the lanes of memories that threatened to break her, again.'
Plastering a smile onto her lips, she walked out of the cottage, following the pattern of the cobblestoned pathway as she walked, folding her hands at her back. She heard Raf scream out to his mother, announcing about his whereabouts for the day.
Sighing as this time she let memories not only creep up as vines, but also bloom into flowers.
Each flower holds a memory of her childhood.
The carefree years.
The giggles and pranks.
And also….
The bullies pull at her sleeve.
Her hand went to her sleeve for security, finding it still in place, hiding her secret and yet branding her differently from everyone. A shudder ran through her spine as she saw her father from away and wondered, did she survive her childhood just because she was the Alphas' daughter?
