Chapter 6

Ashley’s POV,

Falling and rising, I stumbled through the pack house to my apartment. I staggered in and slumped on the floor, hugging my regalia.

My heart was shattered into a million pieces. The fact that Prince Regan had treated me like garbage and placed a curse on me made me hate myself.

I remembered Becca's betrayal and Stanley's rejection. What’s more? My mate even called me a whore.

The pain I felt in my heart was so raw. I hit my chest repeatedly and howled as I cried my lungs out.

I cried myself into a stupor and at some point, I slept off.

When I woke up, it was dawn. I felt so weak and miserable.

I dragged myself up, and my knees almost buckled as I made my way to the comfort room.

I saw myself in the mirror and gasped. My eyes were sour and red. My hair was disheveled, I was a total mess.

I made up my mind not to shed any more tears. I washed my face and packed my hair into a messy bun but I still look so disoriented and out of place.

It was a new day and I w