Chapter 4

       Shirley

That pushed me roughly into the dungeon, and I landed roughly on the floor. I groaned in pain on the floor. I stood up on the floor. I stood up only to see my father gallrein dagger at me. If looks could kill me, I would have been dead by now.

I felt my jaw seize. I don't know what to do. I wanted to start a conversation, but I don't know what to say. I don't think I should start a conversation because of his hard gaze on my body.

I don't think he accepted me as his daughter. I don't know whether starting a conversation is a good idea, but I took the courage and wanted to know the reason why my father did such a thing.

I walked towards him with my eyes fixed to the floor, kneeling down in front of him with my head bowed.

I cleared my throat, I took a glance at him, and I could feel his hard gaze on me; I bit my lips.

“What should I do?" "What am I going to do?” I thought. I knew I couldn't back down now; I had to finish what I had started. I swallowed nothing.

"Dad, I don't know what is happening." Please explain." I said it in a low voice.

“I heard that he's your mate, right?” He said with a smirk as he walked towards me and landed a hot slap on my cheeks. I felt my cheeks sting, which was the effect of the slap, and he started kicking me in my stomach.

“How could you be his mate, Hun?” He shouted as he hit me with his leg, “Don't ever call me your dad!” My dad yelled at me angrily. 

“I'm going to kill you both,” he shouted as he hit me. I was screaming in pain, and I don't know who is going to save me.

“You want to know the truth, Hun." "Fine then I will tell you,” my dad said with an angry look on his face. 

“You aren't the reason why I killed his father and the pack members; in fact, your mother hasn't put you to bed." You saved their lives; I was about to kill everyone here before I was informed that my friend was in labor. I told my confidants to lie about that; I won't give you the chance to be with your mate. "You killed my mate, and you think you will go scot-free for that,” my dad whispered into my ear, not wanting the guards to be aware of it. 

“You will not find the happiness that you deserve,” my dad added, and he pushed me back before he started hitting me all over my face. 

His punch is like nothing to me; I wasn't hurt by his punch, but I was hurt by his words. I lay there motionless, thinking of what my father had said.

It seemed like my life would end there, because I couldn't breathe. When I was about to pass out, the guards dragged my dad out of the prison, and I was lying lifeless there.

I was gasping for breath; I couldn't believe my dad would do such a thing in this situation we are in, and for that, what he told his confidants to say. I couldn't move a finger. Tears fell freely from my eyes. 

“Why is this happening to me?" "Why me, why?” I cried bitterly.

“All I want at that moment is to die; I can't keep going like this because this is too much for me." "I can't take it anymore,” I said as more tears dripped down my face. 

I got rejected by my father, and my mate also doesn't want me, and in no time he would reject me, and it's all because of my father; no one loves me, and even though I die, no one is going to miss me. 

Even if I died, my father would be happy. The worst part is that my father rejected me as his daughter, and he even said he was going to be killed.

Even though I die, my father will be happy because he wanted to kill me; if it were not for the guards, he would have killed me.

I don't want to die; I want to live for myself, but I have no choice. I should have run away when I had the chance, but I didn't. The mistakes I made sent me here. This could have been avoided if I had escaped. 

I don't know what to do; I'm not guilty of any of the sins that were said I had committed, but my dad pinned all that on me. 

I stood up and staggered to walk in the new cell I was in, but I couldn't walk far before I fell down on the ground. I rested my body on the wall as I cried bitterly. 

I thought if I saw my boyfriend everything would be okay, but my father spoiled everything.

The door opened, and I looked up only to see Alex. I crawl towards him with tears in my eyes. I will try to plead with him if he will let me go. I'm not sure if he will, but I will try.

“Please let me go; I know nothing about all that my father did; let me go, please," I pleaded, and he stared at me hatefully while glaring daggers at me.

I felt my heart ache knowing that this was my father's handiwork. He wanted me to feel nothing other than pain, and that was because I had killed his wife. 

“Give it to her,” he said to his beta, and a man beside him gave me a box. 

“Open it,” he said. I looked at the box, wondering what was inside. I opened it, and I was freaked out by what I saw. I looked up at him. My mouth was agape. I couldn't believe what I saw in the box. 

There in the box was my father's head, and it was served on a platter of gold. The platter was placed under the head, and I could see the blood on it. My eye was filled with pain as I stared at it before turning to look at him.