Second Chance Revenge On My Hot Father

KATYA I ran through the forest as fast as my legs could carry me. There was nowhere for me to go, and there was no one to accept me but I was running. The forest was deep and thick, there were tall trees everywhere. The sun was shining brightly since it was early noon. Arden had set me free, one of his men came and opened the gate before leaving. He believed his daughter was still alive, what a fool! A part of me hated that statement. Arden wasn't a fool. Perhaps he couldn't bare to watch me get killed. Perhaps he truly loved me. I was contemplating these things when I heard ruffles behind me. I was now drinking water by the sea which was after the forest. I planned to go to the next pack to seek refuge and hide until my next plan. Turning around, I saw a masked man walking toward me. Remembrance took me by the horn, exploiting me. Memories flooded my head as I saw the tall, and huge man walked toward me with a sword in his hand. “You told your men to set me free, why are you

KATYA. Pain. Pain. I could only feel pain. Nothing but pain. “Is she alive?” I heard voices. Then I heard footsteps. I heard beeping. Annoying beeping of machines, loud in my ears, terrorizing me. Make it stop! Make it fucking stop! I wanted to scream but I couldn't. My eyes only went wide open, and I could see my surroundings but I couldn't let out any reactions. On my face, I felt something attached to it, like it was stuck to my face and it was uncomfortable. I tried to touch it but it was impossible. I couldn't lift my hands or anything else. Just then, someone rushed into the room. It was my adoptive mother, Jennie.“Chelsea! Chelsea!” She called and rushed to me. Chelsea?! I asked myself. “No, ma’am, you can't touch her.” I heard one of the people beside me utter. “Why is there a bandage on her face? What is wrong with her? She just lost her mother, nothing should happen to her!” I heard my adoptive mother cry. No, Mom, I wasn't dead. It's Chelsea that died. I ut

CHELSEA.Instead of listening to Arden and whatever explanation he had cooked up between those few minutes of him realizing I know the dark he did to my mother - me - I turned to Jennie. “I want to go to my father now, he is going to hurt you if I don't,” I uttered the words out loud, caring less if he heard me. Jennie nodded her head, tears grew in her eyes and then she pulled me in a deep hug. I was going to miss Jennie too, she had been a good mother, friend, and company. After the little hug from Jennie, I went and packed my bag before going with Arden. He came with his car. “You can sit beside me.” I heard his voice sound a few steps before we reached the car. I didn't respond to him, I went and sat in the back. Yes, I would do the opposite of what he wants. This man killed me, I don't care, I would never listen to him or even be good to him. He plunged his fucking sword in my stomach twice until the life went out of me. Just the thought of that makes me sick to the stomach.

CHELSEA. Grey introduced me to the popular kids of the school, there were cheer captains, beauty queens, and the rest. However, they all looked like chickens to me. I could easily kill any of them, I just have to choose the most gullible of them all. The first class was nice because I am pretty and the Alpha’s daughter. A part of me couldn't help but wonder if Chelsea ever experienced the good side of school. No matter what, I am a mother - I feel the pain for my daughter and that pain might never go away. “Get your shit off my desk!” I heard someone say in front of me and then I looked up and saw a young girl with flour all over her body. “How dare you speak to the Alpha’s daughter that way, scholarship fund!” Grey’s girlfriend and the cheer captain, Monica came to my rescue. The young girl gently looked up, the flour on her body bounced off her short hair and spread in the air like dust. Her eyes were puffy and red. “Tell your Alpha’s daughter to get the hell off my seat or I

CHELSEA. Arden didn't come back nor did Karlos, whatever had held them down was certainly on my side. It was easier to throw the party except the bitch called Anna was around. While the pack assistant was helping me set up, she walked down the stairs with an annoyed face. She walked toward me when I was instructing one of the assistants on what to help me with. “Your father does not want you to go on with this party.” She looked at me with a disgusted expression. No hate, she disgusts me as well. “Anna, stay out of this, please.” I made my move to walk past her, not wanting to have such a discussion with her. However, she pulled me back by my hair and I groaned as my scalp ached terribly. I held my head and had to give in to her push or my hair would be off my scalp. After she successfully pushed me back, she moved closer to me with a seething face. “Stop this party from happening or I am going to descend on you!” She poked my chest and then walked back to wherever she came from.