Jasmine’s POV
Even though I stood my ground in the kitchen, the heavy feeling in my heart didn't go away.
I made them submit forcefully but you can never make people like you if they don't want to and they may be afraid of my title but that doesn't mean that they will respect me because of it.
After finishing the lunch preparations, I walked upstairs to our bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I buried my face in my hands and let out a sigh.
I was tired of it. I was tired of walking down hallways and feeling cold eyes on my back. I was tired of whispered insults every time I turned a corner.
Living in the main pack house felt like living inside a glass box surrounded by people waiting for me to fail because nothing I do or say is enough for them and they have this misconception abo
