---- What truth Dom? What's the use of it when Sierra is never returning? The truth about Xavier.

---- eee Chapter 296 A deadly silence follows and I stiffen.

Leaning more closer to the door.

I could hear my heart drumming in my ears.

I see Dad stepping closer to the window, his hands locked behind his back.

Twas the first one who held her in my arms when she was born.noveldrama

She called me Dada for the first time.

Nothing else matters.

Tt matters Adrian.

She doesn't have your blood! She is not an offspring of a Cret and a werewolf.

She is a pure blood werewolf and that too with Royal blood! Her wolf cant be ordinary.

The child of a prodigy and a pure blood is born once in a thousand years! Maybe that's why she hasn't changed till 25! She is not normal Adri- Enough Dom.

She is just like any other werewolf out there! We are not discussing this again! My feet stagger back from the door.

---- So its true Everyone...

everyone lied to me all these years including Dad.

Should I even call him that when he isn't even my biological father? No...

Mom abandoned me and my Dad...

he is dead Does this make me an orphan? Mom left me on the day of her wedding with Dad or should I say Adrian.

She didn't even marry him.

He is not even my step father.

We...

we have no relationship, we share no blood yet he treated me as his daughter for twenty five years! He has been growing up an orphan like me and calling me a Princess.

Giving me everything I placed my finger on.

Despite my mother betraying him and leaving him on the alter.

He still...

he still cared for me like his own.

He could have married someone else...

made her his ---- eee = Queen.

Started a family.

But he didn't.

Why? Why did he do so much for me? If I wasn't born his life would have been so different.

He could have had a family...

a loving wife Yet he ruined his life...

for me.

Just for me when T am not even his blood.

A burden.

That's all I have been on his life all these years.

A burden left by a mother who didn't want me and a father who died before I could even remember him.

Unwanted.

Unloved.

Abandoned.

The words start echoing in my mind and I run up the stairs to my room.

Closing the door, I lean back on the door and breathe heavily.