GWEN
“I was born to two warriors. I said slowly. “They were fierce, honored and respected. So I was told.”
Alpha Conan's brows furrowed, listening intently now.
“They died when I was eight. Protecting the Alpha's son during the old border war against the rogue packs from the North. The stories said they never backed down.”
I swallowed hard. Something in me clenched. I hadn't spoken about this part of my life aloud in years.
“The pack took me in,” I went on. “ But not as one of their own, or even as the daughter of heroes. Just… another mouth to feed. Another problem to manage.”
I forced my voice steady. “ They put me to work early. Cleaning, serving and basically turned me into a maid. ‘Keep your head down, Gwen,’ they used to say. ‘ You are lucky we let you stay at all.’”
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