CHAPTER 92

Nora’s POV

I am by the water. By the famous palace beach.

The wind blew quietly, producing a whistling sound that was turned into music. The trees danced side by side, in tune with the music, thanks to the wind. I sat under a tree, absorbing everything. Absorbing nature like a wet sponge. The sanest I have ever been since I got to the Vivian Pack Since I got my own pack. I look at the people around me. The maids. The guards. The pack members. They are staring at me, like I am a stranger. Like I am the enemy. The maids stare at me the most, like a book on the wrong shelf. Although I see the pity in some of them,

Thanks to Mila, she bullied the guards to let me out of the room after I was caught talking with her. Just like Jake had said, if I asked for Dylan one more time, he would present me with a box of my son’s body parts and send it off to Michael. That night, I wept. I hated my life and how I was fated to be with the wrong people.

“What are you thinking?” Mila sat down on the sand