WHEN LOVERS MEET

Amanda’s POV

I contemplated on my failure of a life that I had lived so far in the last 22 years and felt utterly miserable for what I had done to my sweet, little brother in the last moments of the war.

I had taken care of him since he was a baby, especially when our cruel father had murdered our mom and in a way, sold my baby brother as a s*x slave to the heinous crime committer, the Dark Overlord.

I had saved the young Beta from the evil r*pist on multiple occasions by sacrificing myself instead, but the evil doer had still tarnished my pure brother.

I was a helpless, young wolf too afterall, limited by powers and support- actually no support.

Not a single day went by when I didn’t miss my mother, curse my murderous father and wish death for the evil war lord.