Chapter 137 What I Wanted In My Life

• ~Alexa~
• I stood by the window of the dilapidated building, Freya’s child cradled in my arms, bitterness gnawing at my core. Freya had everything—children and mates who fought for her, a life I could only dream of. No one had ever truly accepted me for who I was.
• To my father, I was a tool for his ambition, molded to serve his climb to power with no regard for my desires. He played his political games, exploiting my connections to bolster his status. His public facade as a loving father masked the truth: I was just a pawn in his schemes. He needed me to win favor with the royal family, but when everything unraveled, I was left abandoned, discarded.