Ayla POV
I walk home slowly.
Not because I am tired, not because my body is protesting every step, though it is. I walk slowly because I know what awaits me at home and I chose it.
Finally, it's happening. I only have to suffer for one more day. I only need to endure one more round of this and then face something different.
It might not be safe, it might not be kind. I know it because being handed to three Alpha heirs is the same as being free.
But it means that I will no longer be here among people who call themselves my family but turns me into a punching bag that everyone reaches for when they need somewhere to put their anger. I will no longer be among the people who they wrongfully accused of killing her mother and punished me for it.
I can survive different. I have survived
