EVELARA
The mirror in my room was far too honest.
It didn’t soften anything at all— not the tightness around my eyes, not the way my chest moved with shaky breath. Not even the slightest tremble in my fingers as I traced the neckline of the dress I wear… Sent by that cold arrogant arshole, of course.
“He summoned me as though I'm a product to be shown. Again.” The words rolled out with an intense sense of bitterness and wearyness.
I gazed in the mirror, the woman stared back at me, helpless, defeated, yet still standing with a vow to not break.
I had accepted the summon. Of course I had. One does not reject the call of the Alpha Supreme— even if he treats you like a temporary object on his chessboard.
I should have felt nothing. I wanted to feel nothing. But the truth—
