I instantly knew something was wrong somewhere upon hearing her ask that question. If there was another person besides my father whom I dreaded so much, that would be Aurora.
Although she was brought into the pack as an Omega, there was something about her that sends chills down my spine each time her eyes locked with mine.
She hates me so much that all she did was to find a way to make my father hit me. Her loathing towards me seemed to be different from others, and just as everyone hated and despised me for what my birth caused, she seemed to hate me for something else, which I don't know about.
The rage that blazes in her eyes whenever she glare at me just appears so terrifying that I would always look away or find a way to leave her presence. She could be in her late thirties and I heard she was brought here a year before me. She was already becoming quite close to my father, who suddenly listens and consider her words important.
My greatest fear was my father might make her his second Luna as that would be a disaster for me. She would get all the authority to make my life more miserable. Is it really her plan to steal my father's heart and become the Luna?
But then, why does my presence stir rage and intense bitterness in her? Why is her resentment toward me engraved in the core of her heart that she never want me to have a reason to be happy? Where had I offended her?
The thought of all this made my heart race harder inside my chest in fear. It is all fishy and scary...
"Aurora, do you know the pearl bracelet whereabouts? I can't find it inside the cupboard where I kept it last night before going to visit my mate grave. Who took it? Ava?" Dad growled, calling my name at the end as the first suspect, which really panged my heart in the most painful way.
Why me?
"She was the last to leave your room last night after cleaning it. I was spying on her and clearly saw her take the bracelet away after she was done." Aurora replied, with certainty in her tone. She was stating it plainly that she saw me take the bracelet, which I didn't even see while cleaning the room.
Oh, God...
My hands became sweaty, shaking vehemently as panic coursed through me in such a rush that the ceramic cup I was holding slipped off and shattered on the floor.
What have I really done to Aurora?
Why did she come into this world to make my life more hellish than it was?
"God, why me?" I whimpered while trying to push back the sob forcing itself out of my lips. At the same time, the door of the kitchen was pushed open, causing my heart to skip a beat as I cringed.
I raised my gaze to the door and there he was.
My father was standing at the door, glaring at me with those green eyes filled with intense hatred and disgust for me.
My blood ran cold as I stared back at his face. Once again, I could see the resemblance between us and that made agony explode like bomb inside me. He was really my father, a man who should treat me as a princess.
It was scary to see him hate me this much. It won't stop breaking my heart to pieces each time he hits me. I thought parents were meant to treat their children with great care, even when others hate and bully them.
"Where did you keep my bracelet? Go and get it now! I don't have the strength to talk to you." he snorted, his voice cold and filled with resentment that I could feel in every word he spoke.
"Please... please, I didn't take... anything..." My voice was wavering; my throat was blocked with a lump from the fear spreading through me.
Not only did he suspect me at the beginning, but Aurora had also mentioned that she saw me take the bracelet and that I was the last person to leave the room. He won't believe my denial.
"You aren't just a murderer, but now a thief and a liar? Go ahead and bring it now that I am all cool so I won't hit you, but if you keep being adamant and strong-headed, I might end up chopping off your empty head!" He snarled, his threatening voice instilling more fear inside me as I froze.
For the first time, I wish I was a thief and had really stolen it. That would be better, so I will go and get it now.
But I am being accused of something I don't know a single thing about.
"Look at me, murderer!" My father yelled, his voice emphasizing the murderer he just called me so well that it hurt me differently.
He banged his fist on the counter in frustration, and that alone made my heart leap out of my chest, as I cringed so hard that I slipped and fell to the ground on my butt.
I quickly picked myself up and gathered the courage to look up at my father, who was sneering at me now, snorting in disgust at my face.
"You think I love beating you? You think it is funny to sit back and watch your life being messed up as everyone bullies and pours scorn on you. Even the low-key wolves slaps you for stepping on their toes?" He breathed, and my eyes widened at those words.
Does it mean I was wrong to think my father didn't feel for me?
Could it be that he just felt sorry for all I had been going through? Wait, let me get this straight.
Could it just be that after so many years of suffering and torment, my father was finally pitying me a bit?
That's exactly what his words now just insinuated.
"Dad, I am sorry for all I have put you through. I am so happy to hear you feel bad about my pain. It means a lot to me, and now I think you aren't the beast of a father I thought of. You really have a good heart. I..."
Slap!
Punch!
Kick!
It all came like a flash from my father, striking me till I was screaming my lungs out in sharp pain, rolling on the floor. He kicked my ribs so hard that it made a sickening crack.
I screeched and quaked, rolling away from him as I screamed more in great torment, clutching my belly while struggling to breath.
The pain was so unbearable that I felt like life was leaving me.
So many years of torture, yet I hadn't gotten used to it. Every day, it hits differently in the most torturous way, leaving me wondering if I will survive.
"You cursed child. How would you ever think I feel bad seeing you in pain? Uh! Yuck! That disgusts me and my stomach grumbles in irritation! Fuck! I only feel bad to see you alive! I feel bad that no amount of beating can bring back my precious son and Luna, who you took their lives! monster! I feel so bad that I can't kill you with my bare hands!" He thundered, picking a ceramic cup from the rack and flinging it at me.
Luckily, I bent over and it hit the wall behind me, shattering into pieces.
"Dad, please..." I cried out as my entire body hurt like it was on fire. How did I think he would ever feel pity for me? So many years have passed, and instead of his hatred subsiding, it grows wildly.
"You are becoming smart! You dodged the attack?" He smirked and let out a croaking laugh that was taunting as hell.
"No... I..."
My voice hitched inside my throat as I saw him pick up a knife.
"What do you want to do?" I gasped, shaking and dragging my weak body back, cowering in terror. He was already walking in my direction with a devilish smile.
"Since I can't kill you, I will keep torturing! Now will you go get the bracelet or watch me tear your skin bit by bit? " He threatened and stalked closer, like a predator who just sighted its prey..
Those pair of green eyes were darker now, and part of his long dark wavy hair had fallen over to the front, giving him a devilish appearance. He looked just like those bloodthirsty demons that haunt at night in horror movies.
But now wasn't the time to freak over some random horror movie I had watched in the past; it was happening for real, right in front of me.
I am about to be stabbed and cut with a knife by a monster.
I kept dragging myself back till I was pushing myself over the wall, wishing it would open and swallow me.
"I swear I didn't take the bracelet. How do you think I will have the courage to steal? My life is too miserable. I am so scared of you! So, how can I steal your priceless bracelet? Aurora was lying!" I spluttered, breathing heavily as he finally got to me. The sharp, shiny edge of the blade reflected the rays of the sun on my face as he raised the knife to cut me.
My lips clamped in panic, sweat and tears soiling my face as my heart paused its beat.
What have I really done to deserve this torture?
"I swear, Alpha, I took nothing. You can search my room. What will I say so you believe me? Aurora is lying! I am innocent! You prefer listening to an Omega who you know nothing about than your daughter." I wept bitterly, feeling every ounce of strength leaving me. The hate in my father's eyes was like a storm waving violently to get me drowned.
"Liar! You are just a liar and a murderer. I rather listen and believe her words than you." Those were the last words I heard from him before my terror became reality.
He swung the blade across my arm and it tore my sleeve, cutting into my skin.
My flesh tore open with blood oozing and pouring out profusely, drowning me in a heart wrenching pain that can't be explained with words. My left hand was bloody as I clutched the cut with it, breathing heavily with no strength to scream. I could only gasp for air, staring into the eyes of the devil I had as a father. His eyes were still cold with no trace of pity. "Don't you know you deserve more than this?" He bellowed as he stood upright since he had been crouching all this time. I heard his question, but it was faint in my ears as I began to lose consciousness from loss of blood. The agony blasting through me on seeing my father attack me with a knife was the most horrific sight, and now even as I bled profusely, there was no care. He really wants me dead. Everything was vanishing from my eyes; every sound was faint. "Where is my bracelet? You won't still talk or should I stab your heart?" He threatened with his teeth gnashing while I stared without saying a word. My lips pre
Jaden's POV "I can't fall in love. Mom, I don't even know what it is all about. I have no interest in it at all, so can you stop all this talking to me?" My voice was at its highest pitch. I was literally yelling at my mother as she sat beside me on the bed talking about love and how important it is in everyone's life. I was so angry and disgusted at the same time. "Son, you need to find the woman meant for you. You really have to give them a chance. Call out any girl in this kingdom or even outside this kingdom, and I will get her for you." She mumbled, blinking those blue eyes, which were already wet with sadness as she stared at me. "I don't like any girl in this world. You and Dad want me to find a woman to be my queen so I can rule this kingdom, right? Okay, the truth is that I am not capable. Someone else can take over me then if getting a mate is a must before I can be the next king!" I snorted, and got out of bed. "Son, do you even know what you are saying? Can you hear y
After almost 30 minutes, I was done bathing and as dressing up. While standing in front of the mirror as I combed my gold wavy hair downwards, I couldn't deny the fact that I was extremely cute. I mean, too hot and handsome, that it was frustrating to me. I mean, all this is useless and does nothing more than make girls act crazy around me and drooling over me. I had to walk around with body guards to avoid any of them from coming close to me. I got this almond-shaped sea rover-blue eyes and bristly eyebrows with hawkish nose and defined cheekbones with a concrete jaw giving me a perfect handsome face.I hissed and flung the comb away and that revealed my muscular arms and Titan’s shoulders through the short sleeve shirt I was putting on. Not even my broad chest and six packs could be hidden by the red shirt.Everyone kept telling me how flawless I was from head to toe with their cheesy smiles and eyes full of admiration. If only they knew how much I wish not to hear all that.Gosh!
Ava's POV I opened my eyes slowly but shut them back as a whimper escaped my lips. Immense pain was all I felt spreading around my left arm region, but that wasn't why my heart was broken. I can't believe once again I escaped death and just woke up from my unconsciousness. My prayers to die weren't answered again. My eyes ached as burning tears seared deep inside my eye sockets while my lips quivered as I sobbed in sadness. "What type of life is this?" I mumbled to myself. My heart seemed to be on fire from the sharp pangs I was feeling. It was a horror to see my father attack me with a knife. He didn't just threaten me with it, but had also struck me with the knife. Not only that, he ignored me even when I was bleeding and still went ahead to ask for his bracelet. I was dying from loss of blood, but the beast of a father didn't care even the smallest bit. At the end, the bracelet was found in his room. I was blamed and injured for something I have no idea about. "Oh, God, why
Ava's POV "What true identity are you talking about?" I asked in terror, panting as I began to understand what was about to befall me. Everything was becoming clear in my head, and now I can't help the quaking fear building up in me. "Are you a demon spy?" He asked calmly again. My body was so weak and exhausted as I hadn't eaten and also lost a lot of blood from the wound my father gave me and now I can't imagine going through the torture of silver and wolfsbane. What kind of scroll did Aurora find and how could it term me as a demon spy? Why the hell is my life this miserable? "If you don't believe me, then it's fine. Just get out of here and allow me to face my fate alone. Allow me to suffer and die since that's what everyone in this pack wants! If I am a demon, I won't let myself be inflicted with all these pains and tortures. I would have used my powers to kill all my oppressors. " I paused as my heart was now thumping so fast, causing my breath to hitch. My whole body was s
Finally, I entered the sitting room of the Royal Pack, and everywhere was dead silent, with dead bodies scattered around, cold and stiff with blue eyes open. I screamed in fear as the dead bodies seemed to be haunting. It forced me to shut my eyes, looking away. Once again, that hoarse, sarcastic laugh began. This time it was more intense and came from the royal palace, where my father could be. "No! No! No! This is not real!" I whimpered, sprinting erratically to the palace, as I prayed for wake. It should be a nightmare, but the more I ran forward to the palace with the laughter increasing in my head, the more I felt the sensation all over me. Everything appeared too real to be a dream. "Here she comes!!" That was what I heard just as I kicked open the door of the palace. "Ava!!" I heard that same feminine voice that had called me out in fear at the beginning. It was calling me again, but the difference was that I was seeing her right in front of me. A woman clad in a white roy
Ava's POV I found myself bursting into a loud cry, and the moment my mouth opened a bit, the fluid found its way in, and that instantly set my belly on fire. It was so extreme that my skin began to bleed. "Open that box and bring her out. It is already past an hour! She hasn't shown any signs of being a demon! Why is she still left in there?." Stan's voice echoed inside my ears, and it made my heart burn in rage. So it had passed one hour, yet those cruel souls still left me here. How much more wicked can they be? After a few minutes after Stan's words, the box opened and I was pulled out, feeling sore all over my body. My entire skin was hurting me like hell, so I had to gnash my teeth to avoid crying like a baby in front of them all. I really have to be strong before they push me to my death. My blood from the bleeding part of my skin was mixed with the liquid as they both drenched my body from head to toe. It was like I was injured in almost every one of me, both internal and
I swallowed the lump in my throat, closing my eyes tightly as the strange and unusual sensation rushed through me with a compelling force that made me shake in terror. I wasn't in my right senses anymore, and it felt like I was going to burst into a ferocious beast. "I will show you what the bald guy can do, right here and now! No need for shouting or struggling because no one can hear you from this soundproof room" I heard the guard's voice snarl at me, and each word was like fuel to the raging fire burning inside me. "Why are her eyes closed and she isn't screaming or struggling to escape?" Another voice, which sounded like that of the second guard, waved past my ears, and I tried to move my body, but it was like I was paralyzed to the ground. I was no longer in control of my body as it seemed to be disconnected from my brain. Now even my eyes could open again. Fear gripped me and I tried to scream, which was all but impossible. Lying hopelessly on the ground, I kept hoping to t