ALANA
I stared at the tiny notebook in my head with trepidation.
I am holding the key to the truth about my identity. Here, in these small pieces of my paper lies the secrets to my past.
Putting the photo of my parents back into my pockets and breathing hard, I opened the notebook and read the first words written by blood on the first page.
The scent of old-aged blood similar to mine flared into my nostrils and made my hair stand up. I looked at the alpha king who turned his back on me to give me privacy as I continued reading the words.
“If you are reading this right now, then you must be from my blood, from the cursed blood that should not have existed in this world.”
I paused and gasped hard when I felt that old feeling again-that feeling of abandonment and being unwanted.
Even t
