Chapter 66 Alpha Heather And His Anxious Demands

• “Remember?” I furrowed my brow and narrowed my eyes, searching his face for any hint of familiarity. The green eyes, the strong jawline. I imagined Roland both in his cursed form and more-handsome form—nothing clicked into place.
• “I see you didn’t...” Roland’s smile turned wistful. He bit his lip. “You used to visit near the Enchanted Forest. And I only watch you from afar. I always ask myself why would an Alpha’s daughter would dare to step foot in our territory. Until I saw you wailing, the bruises on your face and arms—and I knew…you were looking for a death wish already even at such a young age.”
• “My father is that cruel.” I wiped a single tear from my eyes. “If only it wasn’t for Jacob, I would’ve hanged myself in one of the Enchanted Forest’s trees, or even drown in one of your ruthless rivers.”