Chapter 3

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Rose POV

I sighed, feeling guilty as I sat down in the corner of my room.

I know what I did was wrong, but I had to see him, I missed him so much.

But I mean, dammit. My wolf can't be trusted with anything!

But the way he stared at me, so much like the way the pack stares at me, but I felt like he wasn't staring at me, but at my appearance and disliking how much I've changed. And then he stared at me with so much love as he pulled me gently into his arms, careful not to hurt my already beaten and fragile state.

'If only he knew what I had really done,' My wolf sighed.

I sighed also as I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs to the attic before my father stormed into the room, anger on his face.

I no longer felt brave like earlier when I snapped at the pack members, or like when I punched my father in the face. I felt helpless, weak, defeated.

He gripped me by my upper arm, pulling me up like a rag doll and slamming me against the window.

"Josh is coming here in a week on your birthday. You won't be here when he arrives that day. You will run away and don't look back. I do not care where you go, but you will not ruin my sons life like your mother did mine." He spat angrily. I flinched at his tone, shrinking into the wall and wishing I could disappear.

"Why?" I whispered.

Wrong move Rose, wrong move.

His eyes widened slightly before I was pulled forward and thrown back, my back hitting the small shelf I had created and my head banging against the lamp before he suddenly threw me across the room, my limp form slamming roughly into the wall and I fell to the floor, staring up at the monster I thought was my father for so many years.

"You do not question me. But since you must know so badly, he has a mate. He has a family. He doesn't need you. We didn't make him leave six years ago, he offered it himself. He wanted to leave. He never wanted you." With every word he spoke, there was a kick delivered to my stomach. "Let's face the facts. Stacey replaced you as his sister when she was born. You are no longer part of this family. So if you know what's best for you, you will leave this pack without so much as a word to my son."

I gasped, my head finally hitting the ground with a loud crack, a few words slipping from my mouth before my world went black.

"Imagine what your punishment will be," I gasped for air desperately, "When they find out what you've done to a royal."

I saw his eyes widen and his mouth fall open in shock.

I welcomed the darkness that came after, I didn't deserve to live.

But like always, my hopes and prayers weren't answered when I woke up the next day.

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