Sovia’s POV
If he married Blossom, my death was still going to come. But would Janova still end my life?
Leaving my life to fate was impossible.
I would stick to what I knew — a few years from today, I would be dead.
“Happy birthday, my dear daughter.” It was my mother, grinning from ear to ear as she spread her arms wide.
A fresh wave of nausea churned in my gut, my wolf recoiling at the knowledge from my past life.
Has she ever truly seen me as her daughter?
We had lived together for so long, yet she hadn’t batted an eye when it came time to end my life.
My mother swept me into a tight embrace, her fingers digging into my waist while onlookers cooed at the perfect mother-daughter display.
Words had spread about how she gave so much attention to her younger daughter, but it was
