The Pack Slut (The Fae Omegas, #1) [Full Version]

Chapter 11

Imogen

My hand shook as I picked up the cup of coffee offered by Nate's mother and took a sip. The pack trial had shaken me up, and I didn't quite know how to react yet.

Tom and I were seated in the Alpha's office waiting for him while my father was fighting a death duel with the Alpha of our pack because of what he'd done to me.

And he was most likely going to die.

I tried to check if I felt bad about it, but realized I didn't. It felt weird to admit it, but a part of me was happy that the person who had tortured me all these years was finally going to pay for it.

Whether or not I liked to admit it, I had always been afraid of my father. He was so good at pretending to be normal that I was afraid that he would kill me one day and forge some sort of evidence that I committed suicide. Now that he was going to die, I couldn't help feeling relieved and free.

I also felt numb from telling my horrible secrets to everyone in the pack. I would have preferred not to tell the entire pack all of my secrets under the thrall of a truth serum and instead, return someday to deal with my father.

I had hated the looks of pity from pack members who had little to do with me in the pack and the guilty glances from the others who had relentlessly made my life a living hell in the pack in various ways.

It was the fury of the pack warriors and enforcers of the pack that had fueled mine, giving me the courage to tell my entire story without breaking down.

We sat there for a few hours before Alpha Alfred walked into his office, obviously fresh out of a shower.

And I knew as soon as I saw him that my father was dead. Realizing that the source of my terror all these years was dead, my entire body went numb, and my hand trembled as I set down my cup.

I refused to let the thoughts of 'what ifs' that were clouding my head overwhelm me.

What if I had spoken up earlier? What if I had found a way to meet the Alpha secretly and told him what was going on with me? Was I dumb to have accepted my father's abuse all this while without seeking help?

No one could answer my questions, but Tom squeezing my hand reassured me, made me feel better, and filled me with warmth.

No, I was right to be afraid. I had heard of a pack where a girl revealed that the beta of the pack was abusing her but instead of getting help, she was thrown out of the pack and eventually got killed while living as a rogue searching for a pack to take her in.

Alpha Alfred smiled at me as he walked into the office. When he gestured for me to get off the sofa and sit in the guest chair in front of his desk, I immediately obeyed.

With a sigh, Alpha Alfred's face became weary as he said, "I'm really sorry, Imogen. I never knew that your father was doing such heinous things to you. I thought he loved Janice with all his heart, as he'd always professed. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that alone after your mother's death."

Staring into Alpha Alfred's usually piercing dark green eyes, which were now filled with sadness, I knew that his apology was very sincere because it was evident that Alpha Alfred had really respected my mother and thus, felt responsible for being ignorant of my plight.

Avoiding his gaze, I said, "Thanks, um, thank you for killing him."

His face darkened as he said earnestly. "It was my responsibility."

We fell into a strange silence as he watched me for what felt like 10 minutes but was probably a few seconds. "You look like your mother, you know? Now that I look closely at you, I realize how much you look like your mother."