9- Perfect Little Mistake
Rue felt as if her very heart was being torn from her body. Again.
She trembled and her first clenched. "But why? Why are you doing this, dad?" Her voice was weak. And her wolf teetering on the edge, clawing at her insides to be let out.
Her 'father' looked at her with no pity on his dark eyes. Like her, her dad had dark skin, intimidating brown eyes, and unruly thick hair, his styled with side fades and a small box.
Instead he threw her a glare colder than the arctic sea. His stance stiffened and with a clean swipe, he'd smacked her straight across her face. Her head whipped sideways, a small crack could be heard.
Small tears welled in her eyes and she gingerly ran her fingertips across the area where he hit her. It stung like hell, in fact her whole head was buzzing, and she knew she'd have a bruise.
"Don't ever call me that, you bitch." He hissed, spitting in her face. "You're not my daughter."
Rue trembled where she stood and for the first time in her life, she cried. Being rejected by her own father, her flesh and blood, was much much worse than being rejected by some psychotic murdering stranger.
"What are you talking about? Why would you say that?" She took a step forward, her knees shaking. "Is-is it because of w-what I said a few days ago? I'm s-sorry. I was just angry, a-and, and...."
She reached out for him, for the man that had raised her, hugged her, kissed her, loved her. The man that she called dad.
"D-Daddy..."
He whacked her hand away and grimaced. His large hand wrapped around Rue's throat and slammed her against the wall.
"I'm not your daddy, Rue. I'm not your anything." He seethed. Her eyes flickered over to her mother, Casey, and Elliot spying in the doorway. Dread and pity filled their eyes.
But they didn't go help. They didn't try to stop him. They just watched.
"You are the result of my weakness. I couldn't protect my mate and she was taken from me. That bastard-" His fist tightened as his eyes glassed over.
Rue's air supply was quickly running out. She clawed at her father's hands. Though, from what she was hearing, could she even call him that?
She gasped for air the same time realization bitch slapped her across the face.
"W-who?"
Her dad- No, his name was Jeremiah. He wasn't her father.
Jeremiah's knuckled turned white as he watched Rue struggled for air. It was so satisfying to watch her suffer like he should have.
"His name was Carlyle Wolffe." He said through clenched teeth. He finally let her go, staring blankly as she crumbled to the ground in a quivering mess, sucking in air like a vacuum.
She writhed on the floor, but still spoke. "King Wolffe?" She asked incredulously. No.
"Yes,"Jeremiah nodded. "Although when you were born, he was a cocky little prince that thought he could have any girl he wanted. Even if they were already mated." His jaw clicked and his fist clenched. He was pissed.
This isnt true. I've met the King before. He's nothing like that.
"B-but how? Why?"
Jeremiah growled low in his throat as he looked down at the symbol of his weakness. The embodiment of everything he hated in himself.
