Her son

NATALIE

I barged into my father’s room, which was a bit far from mine.

“Father, what is happening?” The pack’s Beta was busy screwing one of the maids who had obviously come to serve him because the tray of food was still uncovered.

My father didn’t even spare me a glance; he just continued the atrocity he was committing. I eyed them in anger.

“Will you get out, you idiot!” I grabbed the maid’s hair from the back, and she screamed.

“What are you doing, Natalie? What the hell are you doing?” My father shouted at me, but I didn’t even bat an eyelid at him.

“You better put that stupid rope thing back into your trousers if it doesn’t know its place!” I spat irritably.

Whose father doesn’t give a fuck about his daughter seeing his manhood or watching him fuck another woman who is not his wife? What kind of father is he!

“Shouldn’t I enjoy myself anymore? It is already the way it is!” He yelled after pulling up his trousers.

I scoffed. “Why? Because mother is not here?” The air thickened,