sixty five

Evelyn’s POV

As I sat on my bed, the weight of disappointment settled heavily upon me. The new pack that Dante had sent me was not what I had expected. Despite having everything I wanted, there was a nagging feeling that something was amiss. It wasn't just about material possessions, it was about respect.

I gazed out the window, lost in my thoughts, as the evening sun cast a warm glow across my room. The soft breeze rustled the curtains, creating a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the turmoil inside me. I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't being treated with the respect I deserved.

In Dante’s Pack, I was treated like a queen and addressed as my lady, I even have a handmade special for me but here in this new Pack I was like a nobody. Memories of my interactions with the pack members flooded my mind. Their dismissive glances, their condescending remarks, it all played like a broken record, repeating over and over again. I had hoped for acceptance, for a sense of belonging, but in