Sinister

-/:Life Is Shitty:/-

Holland Roden - Emory Weathers

-/-:-/-

People handed over their best grimaces as I waltzed down the never ending hall of hell. I called it that because the way the people looked at me.

Then I realized. Why the am I here? Oh yeah, because of my stupid, mentally unstable, intimidating, son of a bitch mate.

If only rejection was an option.

When getting downstairs, the glares multiplied by a hundred. The worst part was, Kade was one of them. Just facing those poopy brown eyes was like facing my death. (No offense to brown eyed people)

Everything inside me dropped and his death rays for eyes devoured my insides until all was left was sorrow. Kade's cold stare was washed away when a hand gripped my bicep and pulled me away.

Dakota faced me and growled evilly as we took course down some halls. I decided to ask, "where are we going?"

"Questioning, remember?" Dakota says and gives me then a disgusted look.

"Right," I mentally face palm myself.

Dakota, of course, repeats that same exact reaction as to when we were coming to the pack house an hour ago. Glaring, snickering, doing anything with her face that would give off negative vibes.

Although my inner self was yearning for Kade right now, there was also the time I considered he doesn't really want a mate. From the nasty glares, to the time he threw me into a cell and called it a day.

Dakota finally made a halt in front an oak door, just like the others, and pushed it open revealing a smaller office with the essentials. Books, and a large wooden desk, etc.

Seth sat behind that desk, impatience was clear on his face as his gaze met mine briefly before saying, "sit down."

I did as he told instantly while Dakota finally let go of my bicep and guess what, gave me her now famous scowl I've learned to love. Just kidding I hate the fact that I'm despised.

Seth and I have a stare down before he says, "now spill."

Clearing my throat I reply, "uh, there were three guys who have been accused of rape in my pack. One named William Riles, and another who's name is Stephan Matthews. Neither of them I do know, although I've heard they had been turned rouge, just like the last one." In thought of whom that last one was, I didn't know his name, just to say he was my father was enough information.

"What was the last one's name?" Seth pushed, his tone was starting to get frustrated.

"The last one was my father, and that dudes, is all I know," I throw my hands in the air like it was nothing, when honestly it was everything. Right now my life consists of helping two strangers find their dad who's been accused of rape and that person just happened to be a part of my pack. Then I had a fucking mate who probably wouldn't think twice as to slitting my throat. So right now, life is pretty shitty.

"An what's your fathers name?" Seth asks, craving more answers.

"I tonq nvoe," I mumbled under my breath, possibly what I said wasn't understandable.

"What?" Seth questions.

"I said I sonf roe," I mumbled once again.

"What?! Speak clearly!" Seth yells into my face.

"I said I don't know!" I shout as loudly as possible.

Seth is taken back at my sudden outburst and then just nods as if not affected by my volume. "Ok then," he says through gritted teeth and just leaves. Dakota doesn't think twice as to dragging me once again out of the office and soon after just like that, I'm alone.