*Vanessa POV*
I no longer had a purpose here. That was how I felt. When I found myself in this world in the body of the villainous who was supposed to die, I did my best to alter that fate and survive past the event.
I succeeded. Vanessa Blake was technically alive.
Prince Erik was supposed to be killed by Prince Falcon, pushed off a cliff to his demise. While Erik did fall off a cliff, it was not to his death. I had succeeded, in a sense, in keeping him alive as well.
Now I was lost. What was my next move? Erik was safe and had an army to back him. He was no longer the underdog prince. Now, he was a real contender to be the next Alpha King of Oakheart.
I knew that deep down I was not meant to be a part of this story. I felt it stab me in the heart like a dagger each time I saw Erik in conversation with his handmaiden, Eva Flowers.
