Chapter 3...
As I wake up, I look into the face of my mate. I have never seen a man so handsome. Looking at him I feel that I'm not good enough. Why would the Moon Goddess allow him to settle with me? It's unfair to him, to feel trapped with me because I'm his mate. Then I have to remind myself I am good enough. That we are meant to love each other unconditionally.
"What are you thinking about?", Brandon said with a husky voice that sent shivers along my back.
"I'm thinking about you and me, us. How we are meant to be together no matter what. That I can already see, me living the rest of my life with you", I said with my voice sounding husky to my own ears.
As we stared into each other's eyes, I heard a large crash. Brandon alarmed climbed on top of me, as if to protect me with his life.
"Boom!", my door came crashing down. The man to knock the door was no man other than my father.
"November, get up now. How dare you lay in bed with this? This thing. Has your mother taught you better? Now you are to never see this thing again?", my father, Dean, nearly screamed.
"Thing? Father you must have mistaken because he is no thing. He a human that demands respect. If you haven't noticed he is the Alpha King, and you shall respect him as your authority and my mate!", I screamed. I couldn't believe that man, felt that he could speak of Brandon that way. He will never speak to my mate in such a manner.
"Alpha King, do its look like I care? He has no authority over me. This monkey, is no fit to run the werewolf species let alone be mated to a whore like you. It disgusts me that you are my daughter. You're an unworthy whore that should have been killed along with your older sister", as the words left his mouth I could only cry.
As Brandon saw the tears leave my eyes, he pinned my father by his neck in a matter of seconds. My sister, April, she was the best sister I could have. She was killed by rouges when she was 10, and I was 5. It still devastates me, she supported me in everything. Whenever I wrote a poem or drew a picture, she always hung it in her room. When I told her, Trevor was bullying me, she came to the school and beat Trevor up. To this day Trevor doesn't come within 15 ft. of me.
"You shall never speak of me or my mate in such manner. Do you understand? You shall pay with your life, if I am to unfit to the werewolf species. As for the monkey comment. You're lucky to be breathing right now. As for November, you shall speak to her let alone look at her. You're lucky I don't have you skinned to death. That would be a nice punishment for speaking to my mate that way and having her cry", Brandon said with an ice cold voice that was full of venom.
"Bran-Brandon", I couldn't finish my voice cracking from me crying.
"Taylor!", Brandon yelled. A young man came in and bowed his head in respect.
"Yes, Alpha", he said with the upmost respect.
"Take this man, to the prison. I shall sentence him later, for now. Place him in holding", with that said Brandon picked me up and carried me to a car. I guess my life here, is over. Finally.
