Both were names he couldn’t possibly have chosen for himself. People called him Growl to his face, and the Bastard behind his back. It didn’t protect her.She didn’t know his real name. He was her punishment, a fate worse than death, a way to deliver the ultimate punishment to her father who had displeased them so greatly.Ĭara has always been the good girl.
Thrown at his feet because he was who he was, because they were certain he would break her. And now they’d given him what only a few weeks ago had been out of his reach, someone he wasn’t even allowed to admire from afar, one of their most prized possessions. He was the unwanted bastard son who’d always had to content himself with the leftovers of others.
Growl has never had something to himself, never even dared to dream about owning something so precious.
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