Penelope's POV
My cheeks were wet as the tears gathered into a torrent. My chest exploded with all the wrongs: old wounds that no one cared about, wrestling that no one helped with, growing without support or cuddles, my life being a rag covered in filthy stains that I was powerless to repair.
"If I were Emma, would you love me a bit more?" I sobbed. I didn't comprehend at all. What went wrong? Didn't I want a wolf? Didn't I want strength? However, I already made every effort just to survive.
"I don't hate you. I just..."
I waited for the unfinished response, but Austin didn't keep saying anything. His forehead was furrowed, and I could see that his gorgeous blue eyes resembled his father's, always filled with feelings I couldn't quite put my finger on. Why did he not speak? Did he despise me? Did he hate me? Did he think I was disgusting? Or did he still feel a little sorry for me?
