I DON'T WANT YOU EITHER!

FIBI'S POV

All through the journey with my father, I was scared and I kept wondering where we were going. His words cut through my musings.

“You know you are not my child, right?”

I froze in my seat. I was finally hearing the truth I suspected but tried to evade. No father would treat his child like my father treated me.

My mother's earlier warning seeped into my brain. I then realized why she was worried enough to ask me to run.

He turned away from the road before us, to spare me a glance. Then he broke into a long mocking laughter. It was like a knife had been plunged deep into my heart.

“Your mother didn’t tell you? That bitch ... prostitute. She had you out of rape, my dear. Infact six men raped her and we don’t even know which of them is the father. When she became pregnant, I asked her to get rid of you but she refused. I ...”

It was too much for me and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I found myself shrieking like a wounded lion before bursting into pained tears.

My father stopped talking but only for that moment. All through the journey to wherever he was taking me, he kept taunting me, intentionally trying to make me feel like a loser.

“You are a curse, Fibi, nothing but a mistake. You broke my marriage. You came and you ruined the relationship between your mother and myself. I mean, it wasn’t great to begin with, but you made it worse! You are nothing but a bad omen!” He kept tormenting me.

I almost asked him to stop the car and let me out, but my wolf reminded me that it would only bring beatings and injuries, which he wouldn’t hesitate to inflict on my body.

After having to listen to his scathing words for what seemed like a lifetime, we finally got to the front of a shiny white gate. It was very big and eye-catching, adorned with real gold and diamonds.

“What are we doing here?” I asked no one in particular, hoping it wasn't the same castle I always see on the television and news. The castle of the terrifying and formidable Alpha King, DIEGO LEO SANTOS!”

My father remained silent but the glare he gave me was enough to shut me up. Before I could say ‘moon goddess, have mercy’, I was being dragged by two guards, to his threatening presence.

“I have brought her. You can give me the money now.” My father's voice reached me and I watched him take a fat envelope from a regal beautifully-adorned lady. I suspected her to be Alpha Diego’s mother.

“Mother, I have told you already! I’m not interested in getting married. They are all the same thing, she cannot be my wife!” He yelled at his mother.

He continued, “I don’t want her, or any filthy girl like her, in my life, Mother. She’s just a piece of shit like the rest of them. Get her out of here now!”

His words, while sending chills down my spine, appeared to just roll off his mother's back with no effect.

In the midst of the flurry, I looked him over. He frowned back at me from where he sat on his wheelchair. Kneeling here before him, I could confirm the news about his state of health after the accident he had two years ago. I could also see why he was feared by everyone.

If I didn't know him to be the Alpha King, I may have thought him a rogue. As he snarled and bellowed, his gray eyes glowed like the moon shining on ice. I quickly cast my eyes to the floor.

“I’m not interested in marrying you either!” I screamed in my head. I was too terrified to look him in the face or say the words out loud. The realization that I’m kneeling right in front of the most powerful and feared Alpha in the whole werewolf territory was really sinking in.

He glowered at me and sniggered like he heard me loud and clear. I remembered rumors of him possessing strange powers, could he be a mind-reader?

“She’s all yours now, my queen. The wedding process can begin. I will be here to make sure she gets married immediately.” My father's flat voice jolted me back to reality again.

I turned to peer pleadingly at my father, maybe he will have pity on me and allow me go back home to my mother. But he only scowled in return. My heart was torn into pieces at that moment. “Mother… oh... Mother!” I whimpered to myself. Holding my chest, I allowed myself to slip onto the cold, expensive tiles. I wondered what she would do if she found out about what my father just did to me, how her husband sold me to what will surely be my death.