Melanie PovAs a kid, I used to ask my mum where my dad was but only got ignored. At times, I would stay awake till late, thinking just maybe he left for work and he'll be back.
So I had to wait just in case he appeared.
With my mum's absence, which was almost every day, I couldn't ignore the longing I felt in my heart. Not even once did my mother let me believe she loved me, she never attended parent meetings at my school either.
All the responsibility was left to my nanny, who I appreciate so much. She has been more than a mother to me.
I could watch other kids with their both parents. How they interacted with their fathers, the love and admiration in their father's eyes, their smiles, I wanted that.
I wanted the love and protection only a father could give. I wanted a warm hug from my father because my mum never gave me one.
I yearned to experience what it felt like to have a father, who would be proud of me and love me.
I wanted my father to show me homework, and drive me to school every morning. Instead of hard face guards.
One day I was so determined to know the truth from my mother, but she brushed me off harshly. She said that my dad was gone and he never wanted me. That to him I don't even exist. I was only seven by then and she didn't even care about hurting that little girl's feelings.
I stopped pestering her but still kept my hope. That may be, just maybe one day he'll come for me. And I held on to that maybe tightly.
When I started working, courtesy of my mother. I hired investigators to help me find him but they always came back with zero results.
My childhood was full of sadness. Hopelessly waited for the miracle of having parents to happen, but unfortunately, it never came.
When I turned seventeen, I gave up the hope of ever knowing him and stopped wishing my mum would love me.
I accepted the fact that not all parents love and want their kids, and I stopped wishing my mother was home. That's when I found myself a penthouse in the city, which I'm moving into today when I get the hell out of this place.
I'm sick and tired of my mother's cold heart and her lies. She can have the empty house to herself from now on.
No kid deserves to feel the way she made me feel. Look at the man before me. He's just like her, he never cared.
He knew I existed and did nothing but stay away for seventeen years, and now here he is claiming to be my father.
He was never there when I needed him, too bad for him because I don't need him anymore.
When I think about it now, it was he who didn't want to be found.
Yet here he is, magically dropped from whichever hole he's been hiding in for 18 years, to claim me as his daughter.
Why does the universe hate me?
"How come?" Alpha wonders looking from my supposed dad, and back at me with doubting eyes.
"I will explain later," the man says with a sigh. His gaze still on me.
Who are these people anyway? do they know each other? Was this a setup?
How will humans interact with wolves without hurting each other?
Am I finally going to die? Or worse, am I dead?
My mum will not even care. No one will notice I'm gone, except maybe my boyfriend. I can't find my friends or my guards, did they plan this or something?
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