Chapter forty-four

Layla’s POV

When you want something, you have to go get it yourself.

That was what I had learned over these past few years. Regardless of my father's status, I buried the habit of asking for things I couldn't get easily. My father was the Alpha of the strongest pack in the werewolf city, but that didn't stop me from getting bullied in school when I was younger. It didn't stop the elders in the pack and teachers at school from nitpicking at every single thing I did just because I have to be perfect because I'm the fucking princess. Neither did it stop others from calling me names which shattered my heart and confidence into pieces.

My father always thought I had everything I wanted, but that wasn't the case, I grew up as a lonely child. Surrounded by my maids and personal bodyguards and tutors who were supposed to inculcate the values of a proper woman and princess into me, to hell with them! I never had any real friends, the few fake friends I had been vulnerable to accept only want