Chapter 9

Dakina’s POV

Oh father, why did you die? Because you have died, and the enemy has come for me. I never knew you were protecting me from a spoiled world full of condescending and disrespectful me. Come back to me father. I weep inside of me. The man that is supposedly saving me would be my nightmare overtime. With the way he’s acting, I am considering if it is a better choice than my brother

Even though my heart is bleeding red, I would not let this cruel, narcissistic man that calls himself alpha insult my father, dead or alive. "My father is better than you! He is ten times the man you'll ever be!" I spit. "He was honorable! My father would not treat another a person, the way you are treating me

"No wonder he is six feet underground while his son destroys everything he built and attempts to turn his daughter into a sex object."

“Same sex object that you are trying to turn me into period you touching me without my consent”

“My case is different, I helped you. And please stop using present tenses when you talk about him. He is dead and buried. He is gone, and he will never come back. It is high time you accept that!”

Tears stream down my face. "I hate you,” I say with a bitter kind of resignation in my voice

"Good. A mind filled with hate is smarter than one filled with baseless hope”

He releases me and I fall to the ground shaking, teeth chattering. I hate him so much- from the depths of my heart. "You're a monster,” I cry silently

"We've established that already. You picked this monster,” he points at himself, “over the other monster,” he points at the door, referring to Lucan. Can we move on to the business at hand?"

“I heard your father never loved you. I heard about how he used to beat you to a pulp. I heard your mother ran away because of how horrible your father was. Everyone knows how abandoned you were growing up. That is why you have so much hate in you!”

When I say those words, I see the look on his face. I see how he tenses. I see the way he acts. I do not need a sorcerer to tell me that I have just hit a nerve. I am so proud of myself right now. At least I have said something that he is reacting to and it feels good to know. I feel my head swelling. Yes, let him taste his own poison and see how bitter it is. I notice how he has gone quiet. I chuckle loudly. I am proud of myself for getting a reaction out of him. “Did I hit a nerve?” I smile at him, making sure to keep a smug face- the type he gives me when he attacks me verbally

Alfonso doesn’t move. He stares at me, I see as his dark brown eyes start turning blood red. He looks like a mad wild awakening from sleep. I see how his face starts to twist, rage building up. I am not scared at all. Everyone says he is a strong alpha, but all I have been introduced to ever since I met him is a yapping dog. He knows how to break down people using his words. I would not be surprised, if all his conquering that he has done in the past, has been with his vile words. He cannot do anything. The highest he can do right now is to throw jabbing words at me- something that I am already used to

“You heard?” He finally speaks, but unlike I expected earlier, his words make me shiver. There is a tone to it now that was never there

“I heard everything,” I whisper, daring to be courageous and hurt him back the wat he has hurt me- despite fear trying to tell me to bridle my tongue. I am still on the floor and suddenly I feel a great need to take a protective stance

“You think you know me because you’ve heard whispers?” he says in a deep low rumble. “Tell me, where did you hear all these from? Your father?”

“I don’t have to know you,” I say, voice shaking. “The truth leaks out in how you treat people how you treat me. If anyone asks me who you are, I will surely paint you black…”

“You don’t know what he did to me!” Alfonso’s voice erupts like a volcano, cutting me short- the roar from his voice almost tearing me to pieces. “My father… he was a great Alpha to other people, but he was a bastard to me! A tyrant! He used his fists to teach everything I know! Night after night, I slept outside in the cold with belt marks! He never spoke to me as a father would to a son! I was just three when I learned to stop crying because crying earned more bruises! I am nothing like my father !”

My breath catches. Perhaps I have pushed him too far?

He takes a step toward me, his physique covers me, his eyes still bloodshot, his claws and fangs outside because he has partially transformed. I have not seem this kind of rage, not even from Lucan who claims that he wants to get revenge

“You dare bring up my mother?” he spits. “She ran! Ran! Left me in that hellhole with him. She never even looked back! She abandoned me! He beat her up so much that she woke up one day and vanished ”

“You’re hurting me,” I whisper, looking down at my shoulder where he had held me tightly during his screaming. I almost involuntarily cry out.

He doesn’t stop. I doubt he even heard me. His head is too buried in rage for him to hear me. Perhaps I should not have spoken to him in that manner. Perhaps I should not have brought up his childhood, mum or dad, perhaps I pushed his buttons to far

“You don’t get to stand there and compare your precious daddy to mine. Your father was your hero and protector against the world. Mine was my curse and monster, he pushed me to hell. And still? I became a man. I survived. I built myself up from ash. And yet you… ” He jabs a finger in my direction. “You look at me like I’m filth!?” he vibrates. “With all the love and protection your fathy gave you, you still turned out useless. Everybody has a time where they face hell, mine was when I was a child, yours has come now…”

I shake my head horizontally repeatedly. I am not going to agree with what he thinks of me. “Maybe you are filthy,” I say simply, but I am still trembling,

Ding! I have just struck another nerve, maybe one worse than the last

His hand rises.

Time slows down like it is waiting for a tortoise crossing a bridge . My eyes widens. I don’t even move. My heart is beating fast. If an apha slaps an omega like me, I could remain paralysed for the rest of my life.