Chapter 3

After he left, my father took the energy whip and lashed me with it.

"Weren't you screaming so loudly just now? Why so quiet now?"

After he had beaten me repeatedly, when my body was covered in welts and bruises, he would then apply medicine, ensuring not a single scar would remain.

After all, a product for sale could not afford any imperfections.

Many times, I wondered if I was truly his biological daughter.

After being tormented like this over and over, one day, it was discovered that I had formed a preliminary mate bond with an Alpha.

Upon learning this, Father's first reaction was to drag me to the treatment room to perform a severance ritual and repair my mental barrier.

He was terrified that the value of this "product"—me—would be greatly diminished.

I struggled, I cried out, but a dose of sedative rendered me unconscious.

When I awoke, my spirit felt hollow, and an ugly mark lay upon my chest.

The aftereffects of the mental trauma lingered, blood trickling slowly from my mouth. My father left in disgust, and the physician, too, couldn't be bothered with me.

Leaving me to live or die on my own.

And during this time, I saw Derek.

He was gently holding Olivia's waist as they excitedly entered the mating chamber.

That bond within my spirit was still unknown to Derek.

For three years, no matter how I tried to please him, how I tried to seduce him, Derek remained utterly unmoved.

He said he couldn't bear to mark me, but in reality, in just one short week, he established a temporary bond with Olivia.