Chapter 15

• I was handed over to a middle-aged woman, the same woman who had brought me food in the cell, and everything started to happen so fast. I was bathed by two other women, an order from the Lycan Prince. It was unusual for me and I was shy at first, but these women didn’t see any big deal in it. In fact, they did it with so much dedication, like it was a natural thing for them to do. They were gentle with me, taking their time to wash my voluminous hair, after which they dried and straightened it. I was adorned with expensive fragrance, the type only befitting of a princess, and they were quiet while at it, only smiling at me as they worked.
• My hair is perhaps the only thing that draws attention to me. I have long, black and thick hair, just like my mom did. Most times, it was tied in an untidy bun and wrapped to form a big doughnut at the top of my head to prevent it from getting in the way while I did my chores at Silver Moon. Apart from my hair, I didn’t think any other thing about me pretty. I had Emerald eyes, full lips, and a normal boob size. It wasn’t big or small, nothing spectacular, and I could say the same for my backside.
• I’d been called beautiful during my early years, but after what my parents did, it seemed like I lost all of it. People looked at me and saw a demon, a curse, a bad omen. With time, I started to hate my body, I lost my self esteem, and I hated looking in a mirror. Zayden made it worse. He compared me with every girl that ever graced his bed, and told me that I was nothing like them and no man will ever want me