Miranda's POV
The woman's cruel laughter rang out in the room, and I clenched my fist tightly.
Why would I be cursed? And if this were true, the Alpha wouldn't have kept treating me nicely.
"You're lying," I forced my voice out. "You're lying because you want the Alpha to send me away, but he won't…"
SLAP!
I couldn't finish my sentence before her palm landed on my face, the stinging pain following.
"You bitch!" she seethed. "Do you know who I am?" She grabbed my dress, tightening her grip on it until it felt like I was choking, before she released me. "I have warned you! By the time I get back, I want you gone! Else…"
She let the threat hang in the air before sauntering out of the room.
I let out a deep breath as soon as she was gone. What? Curse?
Who the hell was she to treat me this way?
I stood up, and her words swirled in my head, mixed with the other woman's words.
You're a Nightborn, you're cursed… you're doomed.
