PART THREE: THE SUN’S RISING

CHAPTER 46

There are times the wanting the truth is similar to telling me that I crave ice cream for the day. And there are times when I don’t want to hear the truth though there’s an urge inside me to find it out. Similar to wanting ice cream while feeling ill.

Truth hurts. Truth pains. Truth is unbelievable.

The tears from my eyes marked my face with a wet line. It felt like lava burning my skin every second it stays on it. It’s too painful to listen to the truth. I can’t be that wicked alpha’s daughter. I chose to be human. I...