Chapter 41: CHAPTER SIX

Maggie's Pov

If only I could bring back the hands of time, not only would I change the last decision I made, I would gracefully destroy any dream I had of leaving my uncle's home because what I thought was hell with him was paradise when compared to what I suffered in the hands of the Alpha.

Had I known…?

Just like most girls, growing up I've always dreamed of living in a big castle with a ballroom and chandeliers, grumpy butlers, and my very own wing where I can wear my princess dresses and do princess stuff and let's not forget the part where the prince comes to whisk me away to his even bigger castle and we all live happily ever after and spend his money. Yes, I'm materialistic—a girl has got to dream, sue me.

But unlike most girls at almost twenty years old, deep down inside that abused heart of mine, I still cradle that dream like a newborn. Maybe it's a coping mechanism or maybe I'm just stupid.