Amaya POV
Three years in this pack after marrying Dante had been nothing but hell on earth for me.
The people hated me, so leaving the pack house was almost never an option. Even inside, I found no peace. The maids took every opportunity to mistreat me, knowing I wouldn't complain. They would "accidentally" spill water on my clothes, whisper behind my back, and leave my food cold. Sometimes, they ignored me completely, treating me like I was invisible. Other times, they made sure I knew I was unwanted.
But I never said a word.
Although I knew if I did, Dante wouldn't hesitate to punish them.
But then... it wouldn't be fair.
Because deep down, I knew I deserved it.
The hatred, the whispers, the cold stares—I had accepted them long ago. I was the daughter of a traitor, an enemy to their kind. No matter how much time passed, no matter how much I tried to be invisible, they would never let me forget it.
And I didn't blame them.
Not really.
But then... Suri came
