Chapter 3

He saw the way I was staring at him and raised both of his hands.

"I didn't do anything. I was just walking by. You have a graze on your arm, let me take you to the doctor." He reached out his hand to me and gave me that innocent harmless look.

I hesitated a bit before I finally gave him my hand. Well alright, he seemed like a nice guy. 

"So, what were you doing last night by yourself except for howling like a ghost?"

"The Jacuzzi was cool so I masturbated a bit. "

He burst into laughter when he heard my answer. And on the way he walked me to the doctor we found out that we have so much in common. He's the second child in the family just like me and we pretty much went to the same places when we were kids, just not at the same time.

"So, why married Curtis? You two didn't seem to get along well. “

“Ugh he's such an asshole, I'll never date anyone like him, cocky brat. And he's humiliated me so many time since the wedding, I'll make him pay eventually and if it wasn't for my sister I'll never..." I blurted out without second thought until I realized I spilled the beans. 

"You'll never?" He came closer and asked.

"Nevermind, I need to go home now." I tiled my head back to distance from him. 

"I'll give you a ride. " He leaned on me while his hand twisted my shoulder. Damn.

Then moment I opened the door I knew something was not right. My father was livid pacing in the living room and my mother was sitting on the sofa crying.

I stood in front of my father.

"Father."

The next moment my cheek felt like it was burning. My father slapped me in the face and asked me to kneel down. 

"What's wrong with you sisters? You think I don't know that you helped her run away? Now look what you have done? What were you thinking posted that thing? Now everyone knows it. You've brought shame on the family and the pack."

"I didn't post it. and I've done nothing wrong. What kind of alpha you are selling your own daughter like a prostitute? "

Another slap before I finished my sentence. Blood trickled out of the corner of my mouth. 

I raised my head to look my father in the eyes.

"What? Now hitting me makes you feel like a man? A weak alpha who can only abuse his own daughter?" I said coldly.

"You! How dare you talk to me like this? " My father raised his hand again but was stopped by my mother. 

"Stop it Richard, she's your daughter. Even if Alisa comes back she can't marry Curtis. What's done is done.