Drystan’s POV
Three years ago, everything changed.
I looked at my daughter, Angelina, her small face peaceful and beautiful as she slept.
Sienna left without saying anything. I still wonder if she ran away out of fear, guilt, or for reasons I’ll never know. Maybe she didn’t want this life, or maybe she couldn’t face me. I tried to find her, but there was no sign of her.
I couldn’t let her go. I already felt a bond with this little life, even though she wasn’t really mine.
The DNA test proved it. Sometimes I wonder if I was ever meant for love or happiness. Nothing ever seems to go right for me.
I kissed her small cheek and laid her in the crib. Then I headed to the rogue quarters, needing to do something good before I let my anger take over.
The rogue girls stood in a line. As I wal
