Chapter 8

"I don't wanna go home. Please, Dad!" I cried out in pain.

"Shut the fuck up, Helena, so you don't get hit again." My father said angrily in my face.

"What did I ever do to you?"

"You did everything. From the day you were born, I disliked you." He spat in my face. I took my sleeve and wiped away the spit. My legs were shackled in chains made of silver. Every time I moved them, they would burn and hurt.

"Aaron will come for me." I whispered, full of hope.

"Stop this craziness of yours, Helena! You will marry Imer, and that is my final decision."

"Alpha, someone needs your assistance upstairs." Imer called out. He came down the steps and looked at me.

"If Helana bothers you, just hit her," Dad replied. He sneered at me and walked up the steps.

Once I heard the door slam close, Imer came to my side. My mouth fell opened when he unlocked the silver chains from my legs and helped me up.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked astonished. "Imer. . . What are you doing?"

"Helping you out. D