CHAPTER EIGHT.

Wife..

Half my existence I had longed to be addressed with this word by a man who cherished me and whom I cherish in return, not some alpha who had married me because of certain unfortunate circumstances.

As he walked away leaving me with the papers of the contract I felt myself fall deeper into the claws of the depression threatening to take me downwards into the world of sorrow.

“Dear heavens,” I sighed looking at the papers in my hands again and up to the roof. “I hate how much of a mess my life has become.” I declared

I let my eyes fall shut and the tears that had been stinging my eyeballs fell freely as I had nothing else to do and no one else to run to for comfort.

I felt another presence before the voice graced me.

“Your highness,” her voice was soft and sounded very pitiful. I opened my eyes and looked down at her.

Her expression slowly morphed into that of horror before she casted her gaze downwards immediately to the floor and began to struggle with her words.

I could only im