Chapter 3

"You asked to see me sir" I walked into his office, my feet trembling as I took each step in. This place held memories, dark memories. But then again, every place with him held the same. 

"Yes I did" came the voice of my father but I could not see his face. As usual, his back was turned towards me. He would not look me in the eye, not when he slapped me, whipped me, not even when he held my neck and forced my face towards his. 

"Well, here I am," I said carelessly. The words left my lips before my brain could caution me against it. I tried to take it back but it was already too late. 

"What did you say?" He was on his feet now for such a little provocation. I had only forgotten to address him with the usual respect but it was already making him mad. His face was still turned against me but I could feel it. 

"I'm sorry father…I…" another mistake. At this point I knew I was done for. There was no way I would be let off the hook for making two verbal errors consecutively. 

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"First. You failed to address me with the respect that is due to a wolf of my status" his voice was calm but his countenance was not. From the little I could make out, I saw his fists already clenched and veins already forming in his neck. 

I was helpless. There was nothing I could think of to do that will not make matters worse. I could run out of the room but I was sure one of his personal guards was nearby and would catch me as soon as I crossed through that door. 

I could beg him in the name of the woman he loved the most in this world, his mate. But that would be like asking for a death sentence since he and the majority of Redmoon are under the impression that I killed her. 

The thought almost made me forget my present predicament as the voices echoed inside me. Voices from when I was a child till this time. 

When I was three, I saw a photo of my father and a woman that I slightly resemble so I asked him about it

"My mate would have been alive if it had not been for you" 

."You killed my mate. You're a monster"

When I was five and enrolled in Redmoon elementary. .

"Everybody has a mother, Lyra. Where is yours?" 

"Let her be. Her mother is dead"

"No no. My mother is not dead"

"Yes she is, you brat. And it's because of you"

When I was seven and a couple of classes higher in elementary school

"Lyra, why did you punch Raven in the face?" 

"She called me a witch and said that I killed my mother" 

"So, you punched her?"

"I am not a witch. I didn't kill my mother. My mother is not dead" 

"Lyra. You have got to stop telling people that. Lady Sanchez passed on the very day you were born" 

When I was fifteen and showed no sign of having an inner wolf. 

"I don't know what is wrong with her, Lord Sanchez. Her results came out excellent, she should be able to shift. She has your blood after all"

"Mind your tongue doctor. This thing does not have an ounce of my blood. If she did, she will not have murdered the only woman I loved in cold blood"

"But…"

"Enough doctor! Her inability to shift is her penance for killing my wife. The moon goddess is just. She shall be a slave"

All these and more memories followed me throughout my twenty years of living as a wolfless Omega. No one hides their mockery from me but my father. He doesn't have any mockery to hide. 

 He only has hatred and he does not hide that. 

"I can forgive your oversight. Seeing as you are dumber as each day passes and you have always had a problem remembering things" he said and my heart beat with hope at the sound of the word "forgive" 

"But to insult me in such a manner by spewing blasphemy that I am your father, now I am not sure I have it in me to forgive the ignorance" he clenched his fists tighter and I could feel a lump in my throat. 

Why? Why did my case have to be different from everybody else? What wrong have I done in my past life or this one to deserve this kind of fate?" Am I really cursed as the rumors say? 

"Your silence will not save you. Speak now. Let out all your lies and venom now that you still can so that I will punish you at once for it" he said, folding up his sleeves. 

"Yes I will speak" I could not hold it back in anymore. The pain was all consuming. There was no way I would let this opportunity to let him know a thing or two pass by. Even if I die for it. 

"Then speak and be quick. I have other matters to attend to when I finish disciplining you" he was still staring at the wall. Even the prospect of lashing me could not bring enough joy for him to at least smile at me. 

"Why do you hate me so much?" I screamed with extreme emotion as tears began to fall from my eyes. I had promised myself to stop crying in front of him but this was just too much. 

This man was my father! My own flesh and blood. My entire existence was proof of his immense love. If love was an emotion he was capable of feeling then why did he only reserve hatred for me. 

"Because of love" his voice was a groan of pain and I flinched from sheer shock. I have never seen him in such a state before. He was crouched to the ground now. 

Exactly how powerful was the mate bond?