I remain silent, refraining from speech, while my father continues to insult me.
Are you not a contemptible person? “Why did you abandon the pack for the club?” he shouts. “Now you are creating chaos and plan to involve me and my partner in your predicament. Your mother has been powerless and weeping profusely because of you. Do not presume you can entangle me in your troublesome situation.” You will not achieve success. I advise you to implore your companion to accept you; else, bear your burdens alone. “Have I communicated my point effectively? Do you comprehend my message?”
After what seemed like an hour of enduring insults, he ultimately terminated the call. Is this the treatment I should receive from my biological father? Have I wronged him in any manner? What is the source of this animosity? Why do you have such hatred towards me?
“I am incredulous regarding what I just heard from your father,” Zora murmurs. Jessica, are you certain he is your biological father?
What accounts for his lack of compassion? “He was unworthy of fatherhood,” Bria stated. I could never fathom that your father would utter this to you. I regret that you have a father of such little value. He was unworthy of a remarkable daughter such as you.
I continuously gaze at my phone. What is the reason? Why am I being subjected to this treatment? Why, father? I have never desired an explanation as intensely as I do at this moment. I wish to enquire of my father what transgressions I committed to warrant such mistreatment from him.
“He was unworthy of a single tear from you,” Zora stated. Do not weep for him. I doubt he is your father.
I exhale and state, “He is my father, the individual I have known throughout my life. I am confident he is my biological parent, as my mother never presented another father to me.”
“We ought to cease discussions about him,” Bria stated. “Let us concentrate on the impending issue. Is the alpha king personally coming here to apprehend you?” Did he despise you to the extent that he wished for your demise? What a dreadful monarch. He is unworthy of the title of werewolf king.
I smile wryly, reflecting on my father’s words. Am I truly leading my loved ones to perdition beside me? I am deeply concerned about their well-being and wish to prevent any harm that may arise due to my actions. It is unjust. I must act swiftly.
“He will meet me here. I am not cowardly enough to flee,” I assert. “Do not be afraid.” I will not permit him to harm you all. I cannot tolerate witnessing any of you in pain.
“Let us safeguard one another. ‘We shall not permit him to harm you as well,’ they both asserted.”
I smile and embrace them. “Thank you, ladies.”
I was unable to focus on the essence of their discourse. My thoughts are distant from my physical location. What an existence. I intended to acquiesce to his rejection and seek retribution. Another issue now need attention. The sun is setting.
A knock is heard at the door.
“Princess Zora, Jessica’s presence is required,” the unfamiliar voice at the door intoned. “The alpha king has arrived. Her presence is required immediately.”
He has arrived. The partner I have not encountered since he publicly spurned me. I am now in his presence. He likely still harbours animosity towards me.
Understood. “We are en route,” I responded.
The guard escorted us to the pack hall. The initial sensation that reached my nostrils was his captivating aroma. That aroma induces salivation. I observed him comfortably positioned like a monarch in the premier seat. The aroma continually drew me to his location. Notwithstanding the rejection, the mate link remains more potent. I attempt to avert my gaze from his face. I observed the alpha and luna, along with his beta. His companion, Donald, is also positioned near the king.
“Alpha, you summon me,” I state. I was informed that my presence was required.
The alpha king rose from his seat and hurried towards me. His presence was formidable. His subsequent actions astonished me. I believed he was arriving here to apprehend me. Who could have anticipated it was anything different?
“I have acquired a beautiful partner,” he stated. “You are exceedingly beautiful, my dear.”
What did I just hear from my rejected partner? Is he not coming to apprehend me? Or did he have a head injury after colliding with a wall?
What did you just articulate? I enquire, my voice laced with hate. “Did you just refer to me as your mate?”
“Indeed, I did.” He smiles, endeavouring to be compassionate. “Are you no longer my mate?”
