She gulped as soon as their eyes met. He looked angry and she didn't know why. "Why did you leave from there?" He growled in a low voice and she gaped at him. "Y..you were d..doing that..." she accused, completely flustered.
He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. "I was doing what?" He asked calmly but his eyes had a predatory look to them making her gulp.
"T..that..." she trailed off not knowing what to say. He grabbed her wrist and twirled her around, she yelped when her back collided with the door and he slapped his hand on the door above her head.
She breathed in sharply. He was hovering over her like a hungry beast. "What?" He asked in his thick raspy voice which sent her heart into overdrive.
"You were touching me," she mumbled flushed as she lo
4 years later. "Hush, baby, let mommy sleep," Damon whispered to his five months daughter, Sofia who stared at her father with her big gray eyes that were brimmed with tears which made his heart all mushy. "Let's go," He cooed and tiptoed out of the room with Sofia in his arms. Riley was tired, she didn't get rest properly yesterday because Sofia was sick and now his beautiful wife was sleeping and Sofia started crying. It was early dawn and he tried to put the little Angel back to sleep but she was fully active so he left the room with her so Riley could sleep. He walked into the room beside theirs and chuckled to find his three-year-old son fully awake and sitting in his crib looking around with his big blue eyes. A flash of recognition washed over his face and he let out an excited squeal looking at his father.
Riley My life is anything but a bed of soft, beautiful, red roses. I was born and raised in a poor family. This couldn't be that bad right but no this is far worse. Other kids used to say they love their mother a lot but I couldn't because unfortunately, my mother loved money over me. She used to stay away from home for days when I was just 7 and then eventually when I turned 10, she left me and my father for a rich man. She had no remorse or guilt for leaving me. I was just a child begging for my mother's love which is never written in my fate. Then comes my father who is a disgrace to be called a dad. Right after when my mother left him. He became abusive towards me. He sure was an alcoholic before but he didn't hit me before.
The next morning I didn't feel like going to college but staying at home meant constant insults and beating for no reason. I am already mentally drained and if I stay home, dad will make me physically hurt as well. I hurriedly made breakfast for him. Hoping he would stay sleeping in his room but today was bad luck as dad sauntered down the stairs. From his footsteps, I knew he was angry. My whole body is tense as I pretend to cook. He abruptly turned me around and a harsh slap landed on my face, making me step back with its force as I cupped my cheek which was throbbing with pain. Numbness coursed through my mind as I waited for him to state my mistake. "Why isn't my coffee ready yet?" He spat as I flinched back. He always wakes up late, today he is up early and
"D...dad?" My voice is a shaky mess. I barely called him and this time it got his attention as he turned to me. His eyes paused at the small amount of blood tracing my hands and my shirt. The widening of his eyes had my insides curling in fear as I immediately stood up on my shaky legs. "D...dad... I... someone put the b...bloody knife in my bag. I.. I... swear I... don't know where it c...come from." My whole body was trembling in raw fear as dad sauntered towards me. I was expecting him to confront me and ask me questions but he struck me. Pain shot through my cheek as I tried to stay calm. "I...I didn't do anything." Another strike and this one is harsher than the last one. "I.." I tried to speak.
A groan of pain left my lips before I could even open my eyes, my eyelids felt as if a ton of weight was placed on them. My body, well my body was as if a bulldozer had run over me. I couldn't even move my hands. Wait... I'm alive? I sure can breathe. There was an earthy, musky, very soothing scent around me. I tried to open my eyes and it was a great deal of a job in itself. I opened my eyes with the utmost difficulty, my vision was all blurry as I blinked several times to adjust my sight. There was a sharp pounding headache and my head felt like a mountain that was being crushed. I winced when I tried to move. There was so much pain in my body. I blinked at the ceiling, still drowned in the pain when last
I tried to sleep. I tried. But I just couldn't fall asleep with all the thoughts running through my mind. Was it Levi who put that knife in my bag? Was it him who killed that guy and tried to blame me because I saw him beating that guy just a day before? It was all his plan to frame me but I never expected my father to do such a thing. He knew I couldn't kill anyone yet for the small amount of money he was all too ready to sacrifice me. It was soo stupid of me to leave that dagger with my fingerprints behind, I should've brought it with me, in that way they won't have any proof against me. When I went unconscious I was hundred percent sure that the wolf would eat me. But the Lord sent an angel for me. I thought God hated me but apparently, that wasn't the case. Come to think of it, what was Mr. Damon Black doing there in the firs
Damon It was my daily routine to check the area around my place. I didn't have my pack members around here to patrol around the cottage so it was one of my habits to run through the woods in my wolf form. Today I decided to do a little hunting but all of a sudden my step halted as I came to a screeching stop when an intoxicating scent reached my nostrils. My wolf Hawk became restless all of a sudden urging me to follow this sweet floral scent. It was so strong and potent. So fucking delicious and alluring. I've never smelled such a bewitching scent before and now as I tracked the scent I couldn't help but think to whom this exquisite scent belonged. I walked through the bushes and came to a dead stop when I saw a small girl
Riley As I stared at the news all I felt was pure horror. The anchor was continuously saying Riley Miller killed her classmate. My father, David Miller appeared on the screen. He looked sad and broken, as he admitted in front of the camera how he saw a bloodied dagger in my bag. He was ready to hand me over to the police but I escaped. He was acting like a good man. The fork fell from my hand on the plate as it made a clattering sound. Damon's head snapped in my direction and my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. His face was emotionless and his eyes appeared darker. He knows that Riley was me, it was written all over his face.