Morana’s POV
It’s as vivid as crystal. I was completely defeated. But not in Luna’s Game, but in the space in my husband’s heart.
My dad approached me, hugging me with his entire body as I broke down into incurable little pieces.
A few moments passed between us before Dad pulled me off the cold tiles and sat me on the bed.
“Morana, it’s going to be alright. I want what’s best for you like I always had when you were still my little princess.” My father gently sat down on the chair beside my bed and took both my hands in his wrinkly ones, drawing circles on them.
Right, I still have my father. The only man who won’t break my heart.
I smiled at his longing face. He had all those little wrinkles etched on his once handsome face. He was, after all, the greatest Gamma respected in his gene
