“Remember?” I furrowed my brow and narrowed my eyes, searching his face for any hint of familiarity. The green eyes, the strong jawline. I imagined Roland both in his cursed form and more-handsome form—nothing clicked into place.

“I see you didn’t...” Roland’s smile turned wistful. He bit his lip. “You used to visit near the Enchanted Forest. And I only watch you from afar. I always ask myself why would an Alpha’s daughter would dare to step foot in our territory. Until I saw you wailing, the bruises on your face and arms—and I knew…you were looking for a death wish already even at such a young age.”

“My father...