Ava's POV
Beatrice's lips trembled, but I didn’t stop.
“And don’t feed me that nonsense about a seer’s prophecy.”
Some fortune teller had called me cursed, and Beatrice chose to believe a prophecy over her own child.
“You carried me for nine moons.” My throat burned. “You nursed me. We survived hardship together.”
I stepped forward, tears blurring my vision.
“And you still hated me.”
My voice broke into a snarl. “You abused your own daughter for another woman.”
“I was miserable,” I said. The confession ripped out raw. “I hated you…”
I swallowed hard. “And I wanted you to love me just once, even a little, even by accident. But you never did.”
My tears fell. I wiped them away furiously.
“Not once.”
I turned to my brothers, Lucas and Kingsley. Pack brothers in blood, but strangers
