7. Curse

7. Curse

Zavier's eyes were set ablaze with malice. He scrunched his nose as he looked longer at Aria's colorless face. His mouth was sealed in a line and he pressed his hands on his knees, trying to suppress his building irritation.

"Some other time." Disgust spilled from his tone.

Aria was a daughter he never wished to have. He was ashamed to call her as his in public. For a strong and respectful hunter, all she brought to him was shame and laughter from others.

Being weak was one thing... And a thing that he tolerated. But being born with no wolf was truly unacceptable. He put up with her all these years of her life. But when he learned that she was no better than a human with zero powers a few months back on her eighteenth birthday, he couldn't hide his chagrin whenever she came in front of him.

"You've been saying that for three months now, dad. Please eat with me. I don't like to eat alone." Aria's voice was a whisper.

It's not like she loved to present her weak side to her