Beauty and the Rejection

Chapter Four

My father takes a long hard look at my face. His eyes penetrating every pour on my face but never touching.

His face mere inches from my face analyzing what exactly? I'm not sure. But his close proximity begins to piss me off. Never has he ever been this close to me, not even to show affection. If the man had any.

"Get your fucking face away from me." I step back to give myself space. His sudden nearness suffocates me; almost driving me in to a brink of anxiousness. 

"I'd recognize my son's attitude too." He too takes a step back, no sign of the uncomfortableness I had felt. Only annoyance as he says, "What the hell did you do Holden?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything." My voice rises as I speak. Then was when I realized my voice had changed. Before was a smooth and appealing voice but in place of it now was a raspy and rough tone. As if I smoked twenty packs a day. I cough to try and get my voice to shift back to normal.

"You've really done it this time Holden," he shakes his head with a disappointed look as he walks back around his desk.

"I didn't do fucking shit," I protest, my arms out to defend myself.

"Then tell me what type of bullshit this is," he pulls a small compacted mirror from his desk. Small in comparison to his hand.

What appears in front of me is not my usual dark brown hair or my usual perfect skin. Instead, right in front of me is a total stranger. Someone I don't recognize. The person has a no head of hair and in place of it are intricate tattoo designs. On the parts I can see are bushes of roses with thorns sticking out of the stem once in awhile. I can't see the back but if this was the from my ear to the top of my head, I'm not sure I want to see the rest.

The next thing that grabs my attention is the massive claw mark that drags across my right eye. 3 separate claw marks run down from the top of my eyebrows and drag all the way to the base of my eye.

The last thing that is relevant is the tiny initials marked under my left eye - almost like a tear drop with the letters "LH" in cursive writing.
No doubt that witch mocking me with Laya's initials.

"Is this some stupid prank you're pulling on me?" My father asks breaking me from my reverie.

I don't answer him, taking the tiny mirror out of his hand and analyzing the person staring back at me.

The only part that is related to me is my striking blue eyes, as my father has said earlier. I'm unrecognizable.

"That witch," I sneer. It's a miracle I don't break the mirror in my hand as I slam my hands onto the desk.

A picture of Camilla runs through my mind and my hands grabbing her throat, forcing her to turn me back before I kick her out of the pack.

She's lucky she's even in this pack and with the stunt she just pulled, she'll be lucky if she finds another pack once I kick her out.

I walk towards door in heavy thumps, ready to confront the bitch that had the audacity to do this to their alpha.

Right before I can twist the metal knob on the door, someone stands in front of me. Austin.

"Get out of my way." I hiss. He only shakes his head and standing his ground in front of the door.

"Explain what happened." My father sits in his chair, his demeaner no longer annoyed nor angry. He waits patiently for an explanation but I know exactly what he's doing.  I recognize that tone. The tone he uses when he is trying to get his way. I could see under his façade though, he was just as mad and furious as I was. And if he didn't like the response, something was going to come out of it.