Karisma’s POV
Papa stood up, releasing some of his aura. Not enough that it would feel like a challenge to the Alpha King, but enough that everyone knew he was an alpha protecting what was dear to him. It comforts me as Papa and Mother are both still beside me, no matter what has happened. His aura calmed me, and it helped me stop tapping my foot as I no longer heard my anklet jingling against my boot.
From the attacks on my life as a child to this drama because of a self-entitled beta. They have never once blamed me. Never once left me to protect myself. It fills the whole that was left in my soul when I turned six and that man… the one that was supposed to love me forever and ever, the one who shared my blood.
‘Family is not always those that share your blood.’ Winter states in my hea
