Encounter
Danielle
"You were the one weren't you. "
"Damn you pathetic slut. "
"Gross. How can you even call yourself my daughter ."
"please no. I promise I didn't steal your money. It wasn't me. I was just cleaning your room fathe.. "
A sound of slap echoed in the halls of Beta Jason park's house.
"Shut up you slut. You don't deserve to call me your father. "
"I can't believe someone like you were born from me. I am disgusted with you. "
"Don't you feel a little shame. Just look at Nadia. Why don't you learn something from her. "
Father pointed towards Nadia who was smirking at me while she was painting her nails to perfection. She was almost perfect in every field. No wander everyone loved her.
Suddenly someone kicked me in my bruised ribs and I could feel my bones cracking again. I am malnourished so my bones are weaker. I felt something sting in my eye and then I recognised my father's foot stepping and crushing on my head while he used his hand to tear out my scalp.
I pleaded over and over again to stop but it never happened. I couldn't cry because he would hit me more if I would.
Being hit for almost 10 years one would think I was used to this but no one was able to see how my heart shreads into pieces every single time I see disgust in my father's eyes for me. How much it hurts to know that the person who was supposed to protect me from others, who I would rely for help when something went wrong would be the reason I was having nightmares.
When the beating stopped he spit on me and grumbled something. I couldn't form the words , darkness was slowly dawning on me but I could get unconscious in the centre of the hall in the pool of my own blood. I tried to get up but the pain in my broken ribs stabbed me and I came crashing down again.
I heard someone laugh and saw Nadia looking at me.
"Thanks for the money slut. I owe you one. "
It was her. She was the one who took the money. I wanted to shout out but I couldn't. I didn't want to get beaten all over again. I didn't want to... Not again. No one would listen to me.
I tried again to push my self up and walked towards the attic. The only place were I feel safe enough to live. I saw myself in the glass window. I could see the purple bruise forming on my face where father had stepped. The book had dried which was oozing out from the recent cuts he had drawn for his own pleasure. It had became a routine but that didn't make it any less.
A bitter laugh escaped me. How pathetic. I said almost in a harsh whisper. I was ready to end my life. I didn't want it anymore. The cut marks that were drawn on me were still present. Yes I was a werewolf. I should have healed. But I was not a regular wolf. I was extremely malnourished and still hadn't talked to my wolf. Even though I was bow 17 I couldn't even feel her presence.
It was another reason why father looked down on me,not that he really needed any reason.
My mom died when I was 7 . It was a rogue attack. My mom died while saving me. My father lost his mate that day and with that he lost any kind of empathy. He blamed me for being so week. He blamed me for not being able to defend myself. He said it would have been better if I died instead of mom.
But I didn't believe him that time. I only thought he said that because he was hurt. Maybe because he was feeling guilty that he couldn't save her but my misunderstanding was soon vanished when one night he came home drunk and started beating me.
That was the first time when he used his claws on me tearing my skin while his eyes flared with anger, not a bit of remorse.
I sink on the floor while my tears betray me and flow down my cheek. I harshly wiped them but they didn't stop. I got up and tried to approach the bucket of water. The sink that was merely another bucket addressed me as if asking me how longer was I supposed to be like this.
I washed the dried out blood and then aided my ribs. I was almost clear about what to do . It was clear that I had a lot of practice.
When my wounds were tended I washed my face and tried to de-tangle my hair with my hands. I had white hair. Different from everyone in my family. It was said that it shows what your Wolf's colour would be. Will my wolf be white as my hair ? I wouldn't know.
My mom used to say how beautiful it was to meet your mate for the first time. The electricity, the love in your mate's eyes for you would make you feel so warm. I would ask her something along the lines"warm as a fuzzy bear? "
She would laugh her sweet laugh and she would nod her head yes.warm as a fuzzy bear, she would reply.
They day she died, changed everything. We were still a happy family for others but we knew we were far from it. The day my mom died my father lost his mate but I lost my mom too. My father lost his wife's love but I lost my mom's love too.
Then why was it only me who was still crying over and over or is it because am too weak. Why wouldn't father look at me as his daughter. Am I asking too much? I just wanted my father.
Just... Why not?
*****
It's the day I have been waiting for. My 18 the birthday is finally here. The ball room of the pack house is decorated with light pink roses and bright with the hanging chandeliers. Only if it would be for me. Not that it will matter to anyone seeing that no body knows when it is. Does father know?
"If he knew am sure he would have been at least greeted you. It's been nearly 12 years. "
A small sad sound resonates in my mind. Wait is that my wolf? I try to speak to it again but nothing happens. Sighing I get prepared for the ball. Its the day when my cousin Nadia's first introduction to the society and my father did all the arrangements by himself.
Alphas and all the other high-ranking werewolves were invited. The ball started at six and am sure I have a lot to do.
I brushed my teeth and ran towards the pack house. Nearly falling on my feet when a guard caught me. I said thank you to him while he grumbled about something about me being pathetic . I kept my head low and walked towards the ball room.
Father was out on patrol so the main stylist took her time to tell me what to do and when. I worked in the pack house by serving the rangers by their necessities.
Rita the head executive asked me of I had a dress for the ball tonight and I reminded her of the dress my mom had when she was introduced for the first time. Rita smiled genuinely. She was the most caring person I have met , dare I say just like my mother.
After completing my duty I returned back to my attic to open my suitcase of clothes when lied a beautiful mid knee white floral design dress. I picked it up carefully and let my fingers trail along the hem of the sweet heart neckline. The feeling of nostalgia overwhelming me as a tear run down my cheek.
I smile at my mom's memory of how she used to tell me about how that dress made father all wrapped around her little finger. It was the same day she found her mate.
Keeping those thoughts on a hold I stripped out of the clothes and slid on the dress which was a little lose considering am flat all around. Father and Nadia are at the pack house getting ready so I lock the house and walk towards the pack house. The weather is quite stormy today covering the sun but I enjoy the gentle breeze making my dress flutter. I feel so haply today. Maybe because it's my birthday or maybe because am supposed to find my mate today.
Werewolves female find their mates on their 18 th birthday and some rare people find them at 16 ,the same day of their first shift. Neither occurred to me. I hope at least I would find my mate today. I feel all giddy inside and giggle all the way to the pack house thinking about how my first encounter will happen with him.
Will he scoop me up in his arm and kiss me or will he start into my eyes and ask me to be his ? I will be lying if I didn't say that am a little scared. What if he will not like me? What if he will reje...no it will not happen. It is very rare for a werewolf to reject his mate.
I scold myself for even thinking about that. Its almost as if you are pointing fingers at the moon goddess herself.
By the time I reach the ball room Martha calls me to help her with the Champaign glasses. So I helped her to serve them.
No one seems to acknowledge me and am glad for that. I just want to lay back and enjoy the gathering for once.
A loud gasp comes from my behind and I see Nadia looking at a very handsome looking guy who is staring right back at her with awe.
"Mate. "
They both say simultaneously and the guy leans forward and kiss Nadia. The crowd erupts in happy cheers and I see my father looking happy. A smile unknowingly traces my lips as I see my father smiling after a long time. He must be thinking about the day he and mom met. His eyes filled with pure emotions of love and then they turn cold as his eyes search for... me.
Those eyes which were warm a moment ago are now raging with fury.
I avert my eyes and stare at the floor. I walked away holding the empty Champaign glasses to get a refill when I passed by some one. His cologne mixed with something intoxicating filled my nostrils as I stood still. Goosebumps rising on my skin as a shiver runs down my spine as I enjoy the moment.
"Mate. ""mate. "
The words rolled out of my mouth before I could stop them. The little voice in my head was back and now I could make a blurry image of a black wolf but the image disappeared soon.
Instead my breathing quickened as I saw the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. He had stormy grey eyes which were now staring at me with a emotion I couldn't despair. His cheekbone high and his jaws sharp while his full lips looked so soft and my mind wandered how soft it would be to kiss him.
For a moment I saw conflict in his eyes. Conflict for what? I didn't know. He was just staring at me and the whole room was silent until I hear angry steps towards me and I saw my father walking towards me with his hands raised, ready to slap me. Instead he gripped my hair making me to bow down to the person standing in front of me. My mate.
"I am sorry for her behaviour Alpha Parker. I am sorry for the scene this runt created, I will be sure to take care of this patheti.."
"Who is she? "
"No one important Alpha. She is just a worker here ."
"Then you won't mind me talking to her would you? "
"No. No not at all Alpha. "My father bowed his head and pushed me down so that I was kneeling down in front of him.
I couldn't understand anything. What is happening? What did I do wrong? Then it came rushing hard to me. He is going to reject me. Isn't he ?
Surprisingly warm hands cupped my cheeks and picked me up. He smiled and it took away all the pain that I have suffered till now. His thumb caressed my face and his lips close to my ears as his warm breath tickles me.How stupid am I to question moon goddess again?
He breathes in my scent and a low rumble generates inside his chest which makes me purr. He inched away and with slow movements came down slowly looking towards my lips as his eyes darken with desire. His slow movements tainting every thought of mine with want. He traced his fingers on my lips and my eyes fluttered close with anticipation.
I waited for his lips but it never came. Instead I was thrown to the corner of the hall as pieces of glass pierced through my skin. I couldn't sense anything. My mind couldn't comprehend to what happened.
He took his time walking towards me with swift steps as I laid on the corner whimpering and staring at him with red eyes. He forced me up and snarled at my face.
"How can you even expect to be my mate? The moon goddess made a mistake pairing me with you. " He said with so much disgust in his eyes but I couldn't feel anything instead of the stinging pain that my heart is going through. It is like I have lost it as I begged for him to not do this.
"I don't have time for this bullshit. You can never be a Luna that my pack needs. With a pathetic Luna like you my pack will come crashing down. I am so disgusted right now. "
Please please please don't do this. I can't take anymore rejections. Please no please. I begged him to take me, to give me a single chance. I begged him while he crushed my leftover strength that I had.
"I Stephen Parker, alpha of Ignita pack reject you as my mate. "
With that all my tears came crashing down. The nightmares kept haunting me down while I still refused to accept the rejection. My insides were hurting, hurting with refusal and rejection.
He gripped my face and inched closer."Accept it. I don't have time for this. " He snarled in his alpha tone which made me submit.
"I.. I Emilee park of..of.. Dark Knight pack.. acce..accept y... your re.. refusal. "
As soon as the words left me he realised his hold on me and I came crashing back down. He left me there and turned to join back the conversation as if nothing happened. As if it didn't matter that he just rejected me. I cried but as soon as my eyes scanned my father's face I shivered with fear.
His eyes were raging with fury as he walked towards me and dragged me out of the hall not even waiting to let me stand.
"Fathe...father please stop. It's hurting please stop. "I said almost in a whisper not trusting my father to beat me hear. He stopped for a second and I almost thanked him when he kicked me back on the broken ribs. They were just beginning to heal and I cried out loud.
He took me to our house and dragged me through the stairs. He threw me onto the ground and approached me with a syringe contains some yellow liquid in it. My eyes filled with horror as I recognised it as wolfsbane.
Images came rushing in my mind reminding me of the last time he used wolfsbane on my was my mother's death anniversary due to which I couldn't shift ony sixteenth birthday. I was just feeling my wolf when he injected it in me.
I shouted for him to stop but he didn't stop.
"You little slut. Why do you always whore around. I will end this humiliation once and for all. I will end your life right now. "
He picked us a hot iron rod and dragged it through my shoulder holding me in my place. The rod leaving trails of burnt fleash as my father tears down my dress. I sit their all exposed in front of a person I don't know anymore. I sit their thinking how much time did it take me to accept the fact that the person I called my dad died with my mother and the person who came back was just a person made up of fleash and blood.
He flingss down to the corned and takes a silver dagger from which he used to make cuts on me when he needed a release. He dragged it deep in me but my feeling were numb. I didn't make a sound when he cut me with pressure which made my body ooze out blood which I didn't knew I even had.
After he was done with whatever he had planed he picked me up and gripped me by my neck. He puts pressure and I hang their lifeless. I had given up . The only thing that kept me going was my search for mate now that it has been accomplished I don't have anything else to live for.
When he pushes a little more pressure on me my mind slip into darkness as a sense of peace evolves me. Now I can go back to my mother and sleep in her lap again.
Hello people your hot writter here. Hope you guys made it through the first chapter. I completed this chapter in a hurry as my pre boards are coming and I couldn't wait to get my new book out.
So what are your thoughts on this chapter ?
Do you think our poor Danielle deserved this?
Also what would you name your wolf if you were a werewolf?
And and oh.. If anyone of my Reader's is a werewolf... Construtive criticism is always welcomed.
Also for those of you having your exams vest of luck and those who will have them soon.. You will slay it.
Deep regards.
Emily smith.
