Forty-two

Chapter 42

Hope

I have never been clever. From my childhood days, I was cursed to be a fool. While Light took lessons on arithmetic, literature, combat, strategic planning, I was into playing with my hair and decorating my room with flowers.

I would go dancing around the hallways and befriending everyone who came my way. How foolish of me. If I had known I would find myself being the wife of the Lycan King one day, I would've been serious with my studies.

I would've learnt the things that Light learned and maybe even surpassed her, but as I said, I have never been clever. Which was why Darius didn't bother to listen to the rest of my words that day.

He had only scoffed in response and shoved me out of his way, not bothering to even spare me a last glance. That was how insignificant I was to him. I had no one to blame but myself. If I could somehow prove that I was useful or clever, maybe he wouldn't treat me the way he did.

But how could I do that when I couldn't even stand my ground