As far back as I can remember, I had heard Alpha Henry sneer at me more than once, saying that the moment I was born, The Sire awakened from its deep slumber.
Combined with my inability to see in the dark, he deemed me a harbinger of misfortune. The Luna was no different.
They handed me over to the maids and only paid attention to me when it concerned public opinion about the Alpha Black family.
Their attitude made me believe that I truly was cursed. Little by little, I withdrew from everyone around me. Rumors began to spread about how arrogant and troublesome I was.
I didn't care. I didn't want to know what people were saying. With each passing year, I was pushed further to the outskirts.
This failed firstborn became a loner. Loved by no one.
Until I met Clarissa.
My heart pounded the moment I saw her, as if an invisible thread was pulling me toward her.
