Pureblood Traitor, Five Years Burned Never Broken

Summary

A lie. That’s all it took.

They locked me in the clan’s Sunken Church.

For five years, the sun-torture burned away every last scrap of my pureblood pride.

But when my sentence ended, I walked out and straight back into the same nightmare.

My mate looks at me like I’m filth. Disgusting trash.

My once-best friend is curled in his arms. She’s wearing my dead mother’s robes. She has stolen my life.

Even my own son glares at me with pure hate. He says a traitor like me should have died in that cage.