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He couldn’t speak as blood started to run down his eyes, nose and mouth. “Get me out!” Cooper screamed. A part of me was satisfied hearing them scream. For everything they did, this was an apt punishment. Their bodies were being burned and destroyed from inside. The process was painfully slow, so they would beg to die rather than tolerate the pain. But they would live. Live for a few more days and tolerate the pain. “Amber! Get me out! This hurts…a lot! You are my daughter after all. Forgive your father. You can do that. You are a good person.” He yelled.

A pathetic smile spread across his face. "I didn't think I'd meet you here, my daughter." "It's Grandma's end of mourning." "Of course." He flicked his wrist, showing off the single stick of incense. "I'm here to honour her." I fought to hold back a scoff, my fists balling in rage. A single stick. The only son Bridget left behind, honouring his own mother with just a single stick of incense after failing to protect her. I swallowed back the rage building within me. Not here. Not now.

"You're late." The statement came from my mother, which was somewhat a surprise to me. I hadn't thought her to be in any position to make conversation, but it seemed like my father had somehow managed to keep her sober up until now. If there was one thing that I had been able to piece together about all of this, it was the fact that there was supposed to be some kind of celebration afterwards. And werewolf celebrations always involved alcohol.

Finding out about each other.“Kelvin, I heard your daughter ran away from home because she was is scared of facing my son, afraid of losing too, I mean how could you lose your own daughter but it’s given, you are very in competent and you have been that way since we were kids and now, why would you pass down your incompetence to your unwanted daughter and more so, if I was her I would run away from you, any way my son will be at the games this year, he will participate with your lazy and scared daughter, I will tell you this, I assure you, she will be back after the whole competition. Alpha Kelvin received a letter from Alpha Damien, the last time this happened was when Reign was born, He ma

After my sister, Elina Spencer, died, I became her replacement. I copied everything she did and bent over backward to please them, all because I wanted to matter to them just a little more. But there was only ever room for Elina in their hearts. They never stopped reminding me that I was nothing more than her substitute, that I should never dream of taking her place. Then one day, Elina—the one everyone thought was dead—came back. At last, I was free. I left this world in peace. Only then did they regret everything. They cried as they chased after me, pleading for me to return, begging for my forgiveness. But I was already dead.

"No, Dad. I've made up my mind. This isn't some impulse—I've thought it through." He was quiet for a moment. "If you're sure, then we won't push you. The pack celebration is in a few days. I'll throw a banquet in your honor and let the whole world know who my real daughter is." I nodded and closed the link. The pain from the miscarriage still twisted through my body, but it was nothing compared to the agony of being betrayed by the man I loved and losing our child. That was when I overheard the healers whispering outside my door.

The Greeks even have the goddess Hestia as their patron regarding hearths and home and family. Hearth daughter simply means someone you consider a daughter, even if she’s not blood related to you. Someone you considered family regardless of them being just a friend or a neighbour.Thalia explained that to Rozelyn back when she was six years old when they were making eggnog near the fireplace during yuletide season. Well, at least Rozelyn has more than one mother so that she’ll have someone to lean on in times of catastrophe—just like today. “Uhmm, Thalia…”

Chapter 38 Savanah Point of View “The keys?” I repeated. I look at West, and he nodded his head. I pick a random Key, and this is the key of cursed. “Show me what I am before.” It glows and formed smoke. “Azalea!” I look at my father. I run towards him and hugs him. “Happy 20th birthday, my daughter.” I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheeks. “Do you still need to kill the whole race?” My father nodded.

I couldn’t wait to tell Dad, to see Mom’s face light up, to show Emma that her big sister was going to make something of herself but the house had been burning. Through the flames, I’d seen him. The Alpha’s son. Standing there with blood on his hands and my father’s lifeless body at his feet. Only if Dad wasn’t a rogue rebel, I thought bitterly as Deuce’s movements became more frantic. Only if he hadn’t witnessed what he shouldn’t have seen.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik