You think you know my story... You're wrong. My name is Alexandria. I live on the edge of a dark and beautiful forest. Dark and beautiful like the Wolf. Read the real and true story of love, werewolves... And Red Riding Hood

Little pieces of egg coat his hair and leather vest and a sausage bounces off of his nose. His face remains stone, but his eyes narrow into dangerous slits. "All of you can just go to Hell!" I yell at him and storm towards the kitchen door. He grabs hold of my elbow and spins me around pinning me against the wall. "You need to learn your place," he growled and held me up against the wall by placing one of his knees in between my legs. One of his thick arms pushed into my chest while his other braced himself in front of me. "The only reason I'm not bending you over that counter and f*cking you raw is because the Phantom is your dad. Start showing him some respect or there will be consequences," he whispered harshly in my ear then stepped away causing me to fall onto my ass. I grunted in pain and watched as he walked out of the kitchen. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists with fury bubbling up inside of me. That guy was a major d*ck.