one hundred and three

Evelyn’s POV

As I lay on my bed, my mind was consumed by my earlier encounter with Dante. The way his voice boomed, echoing through the room, left me shaken. I couldn't help but question my role as his fake Queen. Just because it's all pretend doesn't mean he has the right to treat me with such disrespect. The anger within me intensifies as I realize he hasn't even bothered to offer an apology. It's like a fire burning deep within, fueling my frustration.

I close my eyes, trying to make sense of it all. How did I end up in this situation? I was the prettiest girl in my pack, everyone loved me and many reputable Alpah wanted my hand in marriage. I never imagined that I would play a role that would lead to such emotional turmoil. But here I am, lying on my bed, wrestling with my thoughts and emotions. It's a battle between the reality I know and the role I had no choice but to play.

The memory of Dante’s raised voice replays in my mind, each word cutting through me like a knife. The h