The Pack's Heroine Don't Need Your Regrets

I looked in the mirror and the woman who looked back at me seemed hesitant. The dark blue dress she was wearing hadn't managed to disguise the flesh on her chest and thighs as I would have liked, but I guess there wasn't even enough fabric for that. She seemed… Modest, thankfully. The makeup was perfectly concealing the freckles scattered across her cheeks. And anyone who saw those clothes would know that Alpha Vitale's family wasn't spending on luxuries. Most of our gold had to go to our people and the areas affected by the demon attacks.They were the priority, and it was our duty to demonstrate they were even above the comfort of the Alpha's children.“You look beautiful, darling.” my nanny’s compliment made me smile hesitantly at my reflection in the mirror, calming my heart.“Thanks, Verity.” I shook the skirt, the roughness of the dress causing an itch in my fingers “The fabric might be a little… Well, the seamstresses did a great job, that’s what matters.” I twirled around, a

His words cut so deep that, for a moment, I even felt my breath catch in my throat.Why did he always have to be so merciless? He knew my magic meant so much to me, even though my health had never allowed me to use it as I should. It was something I had inherited from our mother. A bond I had maintained with her even after she was murdered when we were children. I hadn't just been pushing myself in the last few months, ever since Rosalind appeared. My whole life, I trained and tried to squeeze every last drop of magic out of me.And even then it wasn't enough. That was the worst part. I think that's why I never had the strength to respond to Leon the way I should have, when he attacked me like that.I wasn't like Rosalind. My magic didn't flow easily like a river or obey me whenever I needed it. Every spell, every healing session I performed in the capital's temple, however quick, drained my energy far too quickly. I could never help everyone in need. I was forced to watch their hope

I woke up with my head throbbing so hard I almost felt nauseous. My mind was confused, but remnants of a bad dream were disturbing my thoughts. So much so that I needed a moment to figure out if that discomfort was part of the nightmare or if it was real. I tried to breathe deeply, but my ears continued to hurt, bothered by a ringing that lasted longer than I expected, becoming more stable, until it sounded almost like words.“How can you be so lazy even in a situation like this?!” The sound suddenly began to sound like Leon’s voice “Get up before I have to drag you out!”It was painful even to force my eyes open, but I did it anyway. The sunlight stung my retinas, and it took me a moment to make out my brother's face in the doorway of my small tent. Seeing how furious he looked made m