LEOPARD SPOTS (PART TWO)

What was wrong with me and how could I have let this happen to me while my eyes were opened?

I was a hybrid, for crying out loud myself.

My eyes welled up, seeing everything on my body like I was just a sort of work of art.

My memories flooded back to me, recalled how I bled so much and let those Alphas used me as they pleased because I didn’t want to have my hand cut off. I didn’t want to die yet.

That’s why I became their puppet. How pathetic of me.

My appearance resembled that of a leopard with spots.

I was filled with rage and hated myself for staring at the mirror.

At that instant, I slammed the mirror on the wall with my fist, as it broke into pieces.

Blood spilled out of my hand the minute it healed itself and I wish my heart could also heal too.

How could I ever have this type of power and not be able to use it on these alphas? This was making my blood boil. How dare they mark and bond with me?

I never wanted to be like this. I never wanted a mate to begin with.