Gemma’s POV
I hated them all.
The alphas. My so-called real family. Every single one of them.
They acted like they cared now, but where were they when I was a child? Where were they when Richard beat me black and blue? When Khloe starved me? When I cried myself to sleep wondering why nobody wanted me?
Nowhere.
They all thought I was dead and simply moved on with their lives.
Pathetic.
If they had truly cared, they would’ve searched harder. They would’ve checked the bodies. Done blood tests. Used magic. Anything.
Instead, they left me to rot in hell while they lived comfortably in their precious pack.
And now they expected forgiveness?
Absolutely not.
I’d been trapped in this underground prison for days, and every second inside this place made me hate them more. Sean visited dail
