Ara’s POV
Here I am, sitting on this rocking yacht with the summer sky glowing in that perfect twilight way, feeling all sorts of reflective.
The realization that Alpha Fedrick’s actions were premeditated lingers heavily in my thoughts.
Before boarding the yacht, I had mind-linked my father, hoping for a semblance of support or acknowledgment, but he had ignored me, likely lost in a drunken stupor. So I left him a note, a simple mention that I wouldn’t be returning home for the summer. Little did I know that when he awoke and found my message, he would suggest to Fedrick to seek me out on the yacht. I wonder with a sad numbness if this is just another chapter in a life spent being sold out by those meant to protect me.
The legal repercussions for Fedrick come swiftly. His attempt to as
