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Alexander
I watched Ella’s parents retreat, my wolf still howling with rage. The moment I’d seen Richard’s hand raised to strike Ella, something inside of me had snapped. It had taken every ounce of self-control not to break his wrist.
Now, observing the way they treated her, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had spent five years misunderstanding her.
Clearly, she was like an outsider in her own family. She told me her father had struck her before, and spoke about it as if it were so routine that she was used to it by now. And then her father and stepmother had blatantly insulted her in front of me.
It was alarming enough to think that my mate was being treated so poorly by her own family, but it also made me wonder… If her father thought so little of her, would he really
