Monica's POV
Six full moons.
It is not Alpha King Alonso against his anonymous enemy anymore.
It is also me and my own daughter.
My own blood.
I cannot wrap my head around the fact that she is still alive. And she found me. She not only found me but she seems to be doing a lot better at witchcraft than I am doing.
I sat at the table that I collapsed two days ago. I don't move an inch. I might be stinking at this point but I physically cannot move.
It has been almost a century by now. I know that she is my daughter because I know mine when I see. She looks like a perfect blend of me and Stefan.
It's the hatred in her eyes that's making me hate myself even more. I would have stopped right then and right there if I knew my daughter was alive and in the midst of chaos. But in her mind, I am now a mother who chose to run away with her human lover instead of taking her child with her.
What was wrong with me back then, you ask? I was a fool in love. I was a goddamn fool. And I am st
