THE MONSTER

I tensed because … I was. I had to be.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, dropping my hands from his face and stepping back in fear that I would lose control again.

I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt any of them. They didn’t deserve it. They had waited four years for me.

Four years, and I’d scarred his face.

Tears welled up in my eyes. My knees gave out. I doubled over onto the ground, bending at the hip to curl into a ball. I hated this. I hated this so fucking much. I was nothing but ruined because of Dad. I couldn’t even live my life in peace without him.

He had turned me into a monster. He had turned me into a fiend. He had made me so insane that I hurt my own mates, something that he had probably wanted this entire time so he didn’t have to do it himself.

ANNA

I was a monster.

Nobody understood the pain that I had gone through every day for years, how much I had tried to believe that Dad just wanted to use my body for sexual favors and not for … this, how much agony this fuc