Being the daughter of the coldest, most ruthless alpha to be in power was not always pleasant. The surname 'Flowers' brought fear and terror wherever it was uttered. Her father took destruction with him wherever he went. With a father who despised t...
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THE TREK BACK WAS HORRIBLE, NOT only was I being forced back with someone's nails digging in but I was suffering minor heartbreak. I didn't know Gabriel, but there was a moment of hope. The look in his eyes burned through me; both when he saw me for the first time and when he refused me. I was completely torn in two.
If Gabriel didn't want me, how was I supposed to escape my father? There was no way I could tell him that Gabriel had rejected me. I knew how that would go – it had already happened once. No more blood was going to be spilled on my account. I couldn't do it again.
Before long, we'd arrived at home. Whispers started to begin as members of the pack watched me being dragged in like the condemned. It should have hurt my pride, but there was almost none left. There was nothing about me to be proud of – Dad might have said I was the perfect female but nobody seemed to want me. I was docile, which is what he thought was a perfect she-wolf.
Stopping outside his office, Dad looked at me. He inspected every part of me; from the mud caking my trainers to the creases in my t-shirts, to the loose strands of hair that had escaped the tight hair bobble. He didn't look impressed, and when he sighed I knew he was disappointed.
But his left eye twitched – which was not a good sign.
"Take Kathryn to her room. Lock her in there," he sighed and waved his hand. Panic instantly floored me. His eye was twitching – he was angry. What else was he planning to do? I didn't scream or cry like the [epikeltos] expected me to. Once they started pushing me in a direction, I let my feet carry me.
Kicking up a fuss would just give Dad another excuse to punish me, and I knew how cruel he could be.
When we arrived at my room, I went to clasp the door handle but it was thrown open and I was forcefully shoved in. Yelping, I cradled my arm as I heard the door being locked behind me. As I looked to my windows, I noticed they were bars placed along them.
"Oh no..." none of this was good. I shouldn't have stepped off the territory – I knew it was a mistake the second I had done it, but I carried on. After eighteen years of living under my father's roof and reign, I knew first-hand of his punishments, of what he did to those who defied his laws. Yet I carried on. I was stupid – it's a no wonder everyone had practically abandoned me!
Ignoring the sharp pains shooting up my forearm, I ran to the door banging as loudly as I could.
