Her Son Kaden

21| Daddy Daughter Dance

Amelia's POV

I glared at the two as they walked ahead of me.

What was I, trash? The plague?

I bit back a growl as Amy shot me back a smirk.

Bitch I will murder you.

I scowled and finally we made it to the building. We had to slow our walk because poor little Miss hoe decided to wear six inch heels so she kept on stumbling every which way on the damn parking lot asphalt.

Was it humorous? A little.

Was it annoying the hell out of me? Absolutely.

Especially when my mate caught her every time... he was so gentle with her. It made me sick.

Finally we made it to the entrance and walked inside.

I looked at all the Alphas and Lunas and gulped. There were so many.

I held my head high and followed my mate and his whore. I met the eyes of many and paused when I met cold familiar eyes.

What was he doing here? I froze as he eyed me.

He stood and made his way toward me. Yet something was different. He was older and seemed weaker. The alpha didn't radiate off him as much. He limped slightly.

He isn't dead?! my wolf barked in disappointment. I felt the same.

I thought for some blissful reason that my bastard of a father was dead. Maybe because to me he was... but now he was here, like some conjured up demon.

"Amelia?" He croaked and I flinched away from his voice.

"Father." I said and he looked me over.

"You've grown." He observed and I frowned. I glanced around and realized Kaden and Amy had disappeared.

"Yes I have. What do you want?" I hissed and he blinked and chuckled a bit.

"Just seeing my daughter." He said and I scowled. Music began playing and he smiled.

"A dance?" He asked holding out his hand and I stepped away.

"No." I snarled.

"I insist." My father said and pulled me to him.

I gulped as he held me close. A weird affection was burning in his eyes; a lust for me. My stomach churned.

His hands ran along my back and I could do nothing. The years of trauma and fear, I'm not sure, it rooted me in place; made me numb. I couldn't run. I couldn't speak.

It was like a horrible nightmare and I just wanted someone to wake me up.

My father smirked and spun me about while I tried to move my unfeeling legs with his so I wouldn't fall. I prayed the song would just end already. My eyes closed so I wouldn't have to look at the beast in front of me.

Yet I still felt his hands, his breath, his body...

I gasped in relief as he was ripped away from me. My eyes opened.

Kaden?

I looked at the man with blue eyes and was admittedly disappointed. Of course, it'd be him to save me. It was always him.