Irene's POV
I had always imagined my father as indestructible. A man of stone, steel, fire, and pride, someone who could not be bent or broken by anything or anyone. He was Alpha Rowland, feared across borders, respected even among his rivals. People trembled when his name was spoken, and they bowed when his presence filled a room. He wasn’t just my father—he was the pillar of my entire world, the man I was certain would always stand behind me, no matter how turbulent life became.
But that illusion shattered the moment the news came.
I was sitting in my chamber, staring blankly at the silver-framed mirror, replaying the humiliation Lisa had inflicted on me over and over again in my mind. My ribs still ached from the wounds she had managed to inflict, and my pride had been shredded into
