Chapter 69

Dorothy’s POV I had spent three years of my life trying to make something work that was never meant to be. Three years of calling an office where my voice wasn't welcome. Three years of living as an Omega in a pack that saw me as nothing but a walking blood bank. "Darius, even the strongest passion can fade," I said solemnly, feeling the weight of my Blackwood bloodline heavy on my shoulders. "I did give you a chance. I gave us a chance, for three years." Memories flooding back of how I'd defied my father—the Alpha of Blackwood pack—and abandoned my position as his daughter and potential heir. All for what? For a man who couldn't even be bothered to take my calls. "It's funny how you are calling me almost every other day now that we are divorced. While we were married, I couldn't get hold of you no matter how many times I tried." Darius tried to explain, "That was before I knew—" "Whenever I contacted you at your office," I continued, pretending I didn't hear him, "it's always the same