Clentine:
I didn’t let him finish. I began to move, stepping away from him.
"You are crazy if you think I’ll let you touch ," I said, watching him.
"We are mates. You could make out with Troy but not ?"
The fact that he brought here and thought I would gladly jump on him to make out was just so crazy to .
"Listen, Haiden. I’m not going to do it, okay? You have to release your heat yourself," I stated, awkwardly looking away as the words left my lips.
"How? How do you suggest I do that?" he asked, making look at him with furrowed brows. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to talk dirty with .
"I don’t know. Use your hand," I said, hissing as I stepped back.
"Why don’t you use yours?"
The minute he said that, I put my hands over my ears and stepped farther away from him. It was so odd. The issue was, I had never done dirty talk with anyone. And the way he did it, it was weird. We had known each other for a while, mostly because he used to bully . So hearing such things from his mouth felt very strange.
"I thought you would be bold," he stated, comnting on my behavior. I steadily lowered my hands and turned to look at him.
"You and your assumptions. I can never win with you," I stated.
"Fine, go ahead. Go back to your room. Be like your father," he said, causing the anger in my body to rise.
"No, you are becoming my father." The mont I said that, I saw him look visibly upset.
"Don’t compare to your father," he warned.
"Why not? If you can compare to my father, I can do the sa to you."
The fact that my father had beco a slur just proved how much he had affected our lives. As he kept watching my face, I added, "I’m not very fond of my father either, okay? You are not the only one who hates him, Haiden. I hate him too. I hate him for what he put through. I hate him for what he did to my mother and my brother. So please, don’t make it seem like I’m just like him, like I was there when he was hurting your family. I’m just one of his other victims." I was in my feelings finally. My father had affected so many lives.
"Your father has my sister."
Then he broke the awkward silence to drop another bombshell on .
"I’m sorry, what?" I asked, confused.
"You heard ," he said. "That day when he did that to my mother, I was there. He did it right in front of . And then he dragged my 18-year-old sister—" Haiden lowered his head.
"I was very young at the ti. Only seven years old. I couldn’t save them. And I still regret to this day that I couldn’t."
His voice beca low. I could tell it wasn’t easy for him to rember the details of that night.
"What do you an my father still has her?" I asked, steadily walking closer to him.
I had no clue my father was such an animal that he made a child watch his mother and sister get raped.
"After he was done, he left my mother there, while he put my sister on his shoulder and took her away. After that, there were no signs of her. We had tried to reach your father, but he refused to respond," Haiden uttered, recalling the horrifying days of his childhood with tears in his eyes.
"I have lived with my father until now, and we have the back house filled with people. I know what you’re saying, and I completely sympathize with you, because I know how blind and deaf our pack mbers have beco in front of my father. Even if they had seen your sister around, they would not have complained—" I stopped talking because I saw Haiden furrow his eyebrows.
"How do you know that so confidently?" he asked.
I gave him a gentle smile and then shook my head, my hands slipping into the pockets of my PJ pants.
"Because I was dragged here in my sleep. So n barged into my room and grabbed from my bed while I was sleeping. They carried out while everybody watched and stared. My father was there, holding a wine glass as if he were celebrating my departure. So I know how ssy they can be," I said, looking him straight in the eyes, not looking away, because I did not feel guilty for my father’s actions. He was the one who did all that. I did not. I completely disagreed with my father’s way of ruling and living.
"Well, I didn’t know he was treating you like shit as well. I just thought in the end your stepmother convinced him to bring you here. You always seed so arrogant, I thought you were a spoiled brat," he stated, his face showing guilt, probably for bullying? I wasn’t sure. These alphas were nice one minute, and the next they were back to their ssy ways.
"I just know, Clentine, that I’m going to find my sister. I’m going to make her give a statent against your father, and I will be the one watching him get thrown into the North, where the monsters feed upon him," he hissed as he ntioned the North.
I knew there was a punishnt for criminals, they would be thrown into the North to survive, and most of them would die. Their bodies would turn up, because such criminals are only manly and powerful when they find their victim alone. They cannot fight soone stronger than them. They are cowards.
"And I wish you do that," I stated, watching him look so shocked that I would wish such a punishnt upon my own father.
"And you know what? I think I have a plan," I stated, a smile creeping over my lips that made him even more bewildered.
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