Chapter 1: WANTING MORE

“Where are you going?”

She heard a familiar voice that sent chills to her body. Kiara raised a brow as she was about to turn, but ignored the voice as she continued walking to class. She was trying to run away from trouble.

“Don't do that,” he said, feeling a hand wrap around her waist. She narrowed her eyes as she turned to him. “What do you want, Jason?”

His piercing eyes darted from her lips to her big brown eyes. “You!” He came closer to her, whispering that word in her ear. Irritation crept up on her skin.

“Leave me alone, please. I don't want any hassle.” She spoke in a soft, soothing tone.

“Hassle? Why do you think I'm a problem, exactly?” His piercing gaze was fixed on her as his red tongue slowly protruded from his mouth and licked his lower lip.

She was trying to speak, but she was unable to do so since she was so absorbed in his gaze. 'Jeez! Kiara, snap out of it! That's a dashing devil,' she thought to herself. “No… No, I did not intend what I said. Set me free,” she murmured, putting her hand on his that was encircling her little waist in an effort to fling it off.

Unexpectedly, he grinned as he released his grip on her waist. Some students were staring at them. He was very handsome; Jason was the pack's well-known and beloved playboy. All the girls lusted after Jason, so he said, “Fine, just get going.” He was a bully, yet nobody seems to care. He captured the eyes of everyone. His gray eyes looked like they held numerous secrets; he was tall; he had long black hair; his skin was so white it was as pale as a vampire; his lips were light pink; he had a fit, straight nose; and he had a playboy aura.

“Oh, okay,” she said as she quickly stepped away from him; she could hear other students whispering something to themselves.

“Hey, Kiara!” Janet, her best friend, waved at her, calling out her name. She looked behind the playboy, Jason, and saw Janet. She smiled as she waved back; she was about to walk back to meet Janet when Jason stuck out his leg, she tripped, falling on her face; a heavy laugh interrupted in the hallway. “What the hell?” She mumbled, and he bent down to her level, holding her jaw as he threatened.

“You are a nobody, and if you try me, I will kill you and rip your head out of your body.” Kiara shivered at hearing those words.

“Such a loser,” she heard a student say.

“Leave her alone, Jason!” Jason ignored Janet as his finger shoved through her jaw, causing an unpleasant and painful impact.

“Ouch!” He grinned as he stood upright and walked away, while Kiara jerked in agony.

She stood up and had an unreadable expression when Janet rushed over to her. “Are you okay?” Janet inquired.

“Yes, I am okay. Thanks.” She didn't say anything else as she headed to class while picking up her dropped biology textbook. Janet was her only confidante and best friend. Janet was stunning, with blonde hair, an hourglass figure, and flawless milky white skin. Being tormented at school was nothing new for Kiara, so it was not a huge problem.

She was waiting for Janet outside the school after classes were over. “Where is she now?” Frustrated, she asked after what seemed like an eternity of two minutes, when she finally spotted Janet approaching her with a worried expression.

“I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

She interrupted her and gave her a beautiful grin as she said, “Don't worry, let's just go home.” The two women travelled home together. Janet remarked, “I can't wait to meet my mate when I turn eighteen.”

“Me too; I hope he's not a bully and a jerk,” Kiara said, walking steadily.

“Haha! I know, right? Consider having Jason as your Mate” Janet commented, “Jeez, he's truly a jerk.”

“Well, maybe he won't be a jerk to his mate.” “The Mate bond is strong, and I am sure he won't be hard on her.”

“Why are you defending him? Do you like him? Why do I sense that you have a crush on him?”

“Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes and pressing her lips together. “You know it's not possible for me to like him. I don't even think I have a spot for loving in my heart; I wish I would never fall in love.” There was a little silence until the two of them got home. Kiara hesitated a little before opening the door to her house, but she did it anyway.

Kiara was a sweet young woman with doe-eyed, pure honeycomb eyes that were a sight to behold. Her brown hair was long and stopped at her waist. She had a flat stomach and the ideal amount of breasts and butts; she was curvy, and she had kissable lips.

She was average height, had skin that had a special glow, and long, thick black lashes that accentuated her perfect facial figure. Kiara, who was 17 years old and a member of the Moonbeam Pack, resided with her parents in their home with her two sisters.

“Hey, Dad,” she said as she avoided his gaze and immediately headed to her room. She dropped her school bag as she entered the kitchen. “Make me some coffee and be fast about it,” Emma said. Emma was her little sister. She was sixteen years old. She was a beauty with black hair, tall, slim, and with pink-colored hair.

“Why don't you just assist yourself?” Kiara complained and asked because she didn't appreciate that her little sister was bossing her around.

“What were you saying?” While chewing strawberry-flavored bubble gum, Emma questioned.

“I asked, Can't you…?”

*paaaa*

“You stupid girl! How dare you talk back to me?” Kiara was slapped across the face before she could process what had just happened.

Kiara looked down when Emma asked because she was afraid that if she spoke, she would get into more trouble and they would smack her.

She gritted her teeth and apologized while biting her lips from the stinging pain. “Sorry about that.”

“What's going on here?” Arnold Kiara's father asked, and as he entered the kitchen, Emma walked up to him and said, “I told this fool here,” she pointed at Kiara, “to make me a coffee, and she refused, calling me a Bitch,” she pouted. Kiara's eyes widened at her words, but she was not that surprised; she was used to all that, the maltreatment and abuse.

“OH REALLY?” Alnord asked, He's an old aged man in his mid-seventies, but as a werewolf, he looks like a man younger than his age.

“Yes, Daddy,” Emma said; Kiara just remained quiet.

“I will deal with you later, get her that coffee because if I make you do it, you won't like me,” he said as he stormed out of the kitchen. Emma followed behind. Kiara looked at them with hatred, most especially her father; what that man has done to her was unspeakable; she hates him. “I won't waste my tears on things that are not relevant,” she mumbled as she tried to convince herself not to cry after making the coffee for Emma. She went to her room to study, but fell asleep.

***

One hour later***

Kiara let out a little, barely audible moan. She appeared to be asleep as her body responded to whatever emotion she was experiencing at the time. Both the touch and her scream became more real. She whispered, “Uhh.” Her eyes shot wide, and she became indignant at what she saw. “Father!” He wouldn't allow her to leave the bed, so she screamed as she tried to do so. “Ahh!”

“Shhh! Please stop shouting. Psst!” In shock, he shook his head.

“What are you doing that for?” When she noticed his hand on her thighs, she became enraged.

“What else? I'm about to have sex with my daughter.” He queried.

“You are sick.”

His voice was stern, “Take off your clothing.”

She uttered “NO.” He was surprised by the sudden strength in her voice.

“Don't push me to be harsh with you!” He said this while attempting to tear off her crop top right away. He was pushed away by her.

“Stay away from me! Aren't you embarrassed? This is wearing me out! For Christ's sake, you are my father! You're so shameless and evil.” She erupted and turned to leave the room, but he restrained her and threw her into the bed violently. She winced as her head struck the lamp she always kept next to her bed.

“Please don't do this.” She watched as he took off his belt and was more than just terrified since she knew she could do nothing to stop him.

'How could a father want to have sex with his daughter?'

“Please!” She said that as she fought to get free of his hold, his hands were harsh against her thighs.

She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face, and she felt stripped down to her bra and underwear. She detested both him and herself. Furthermore, she suddenly opened her eyes as she pushed him so hard, using all her stored energy as he flew from her bed to the table kept on the other side of her bed. “Oh Lord!”

She took advantage of the chance, wiping away her tears as she fled the room and hid. She was hiding in the store room. Staring at her skin, she breaks down in tears as she notices bruises on her skin. She was happy that she had beaten the demon to it. “Can I just die?”

She took a seat on the store's filthy floor. She simply cannot wait to meet her mate; once she does, she will flee with him, putting an end to all of her suffering. It was far too early to go to school, but she wanted to get away from her Devil father, who won't let her rest, so she has to go to school so early. She cried herself to sleep the night before and walked out of the store room around four in the morning as she quickly prepared for school.

She left the house after getting ready. Although it was still dark, she managed to get herself to school. It was not her first time coming to school early. She entered the school's computer lab; the school was so empty without anyone. “You again?” A person spoke from behind.

She turned with fear in her eyes, “Ja… Jas.. J…”

“It's Jason, girl!” He smirked as he approached her. The computer lab was vast, with computers and chairs everywhere. It was pure white, with a big TV and beautiful decorated chairs and tables.

She swallowed nervously because she was afraid of him repeating what he had done to her in the past. “I've got to go,” she said, getting up and wanting to leave, but he stopped her, bringing her so close to him that she shuddered as he tenderly licked her earlobe.

“Please! Stop” Her voice was lightly audible.

“I can see you didn't receive enough; I can see you want more. I know you want more!” His hands slipped into her short skirt as he lifted her up and set her down on the table in the lap room.

“Please! Stop” her voice came out softly in fear.

“Stop this right now!" she pushed him away, seeing his face always brings out painful memories.

“I don't fucking care, and if anyone hears about this, I will kill you, trust me.” She was about to say something, but he covered her mouth with his hand; she was struggling to get out, but no way; he locked the room; a drop of tears fell from her eyes; before she knew it, she felt herself losing her conscious state little by little all of a sudden. She suddenly passed out.