Diana’s POV

Love.

Mate.

Bonds.

Those words sounded strange. Never knew what they were or felt those strange feelings. It’s been said so many times in the past I’ve watched with careful lenses people rave over their mates and what love meant to them and their beloved.

Growing up without a mother to kiss the hurt or to dote on her little one rubbed off wrongly on my esteem and the way I relate to the rest of the world. I hid in a shell my most prized asset. Rejected by my relatives, and then sold into different households. Made to work from dusk till dawn with little, or no...