Chapter 5 His Wish

Hazel

His hands went deeper between my legs, grabbing my thighs as he bit my lips.

I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

I tried to play along. I tried surrendering my lips, I tried giving in, but the more I tried, the more he irritated me. His scent, his breath, his grip —everything sent me reeling.

I could tell from his heavy breathing that all he wanted was my body.

It turns out that everything I was taught to believe was a lie.

I thought I had the best father in the world. I thought I had a life that nothing could ever take away from me. I grew up thinking my father wanted the best for me, but apparently, I was wrong. And Damien? It was obvious…all he wanted was to fuck.

Sorry, Dad, but I guess you and Damien will have to fuck yourselves.

I immediately pushed Damien off.

“What is it, princess?” he asked, breathing heavily.

I shot him a glare, purposely not hiding how irritated I was.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?”

“I don’t want this,” I said beneath my breath.

“You are mine, Hazel,” he reminded me.

I don’t blame you, I blame my father.

“I never wanted you. I do not want you,” I drew the line.

I knew better than to raise my voice. I didn’t see the kind of man Damien was. Deep down, I was afraid he would force me into doing something I didn't want to.

“Pull over!” he ordered the driver. My heart hit my chest, seeing the wrinkle on his forehead.

The driver stepped out, and Damien adjusted his suit. “Didn’t your father tell you? You and I will be getting married, and it's not like you have a choice.”

“I am still a child,” I reminded, hoping that would remind his shit that it wasn’t meant to be erected.

“Spoilt,” he mouthed.

“I’m not spoilt,” I refuted. “I just don’t want you.”

I swear I am the kind of girl that goes head over heels for a handsome man….Well, I almost did over Damien.

But everything about that man just sent me off. He irritated every part of my being. Maybe if he were younger and he wasn’t much of a fucker, I would have given the whole thing a try.

The drive back home was fast. Faster than it was to get there. Damien wouldn't stop raising his voice at the driver, and he wouldn't stop shooting glares at me.

Finally, we arrived at my father's, and I alighted before he would pull me out of his car. Even though I did, Damien grabbed me by the arm and dragged me in.

I hated it.

“I can walk!”

He still didn't budge.

It turned out father was waiting in the living room with Beta Bastat and his son, Herald, like he knew I'd mess things up again.

“What did she do this time?” Father asked, getting up on his feet the moment Damien threw me in.

“I'd advise that you train your daughter, Alpha Kimberly and let her know that life is not just about what she wants and what she doesn't. I'll be back the day after she wakes up. I hope she behaves then, or I'll have to end all of this,” Damien stormed out before my father or beta Bastat could give him a response.

I stood right there in the living room with my head powered.

I wouldn't lie, my heart thumped.

Yes, I was happy that Damien didn't have his way with me, but I feared what Father was going to do to me. I raised my head to catch a glimpse of his gaze.

Hoping I would find warmth in them even though I knew I was just being delusional.

But when I did, he glared at me like he wanted to get rid of me instead.

My heart shattered into pieces.

I wished Dad were just the same man who would do anything to see that I was happy.

I lowered my head again, waiting for him to raise his voice at me. But he didn't. I wished he did.

With my own father's gaze fixed on me, his voice was cold. “I wish I had never saved you that night.”

It felt like I was being stabbed right in the chest.

Thanks, Dad, for making me feel like my existence isn't worth it when all I've ever done is listen to you.

And when I thought that'd he'd stopped, little did I know that he'd just begun stabbing me with his words.

“I wish your mother had never given birth to you.”

“I wish we had never had you in the first place.”

“I should have just killed you the moment you were born!” Dad raised his voice at me.

It suddenly felt like I no longer knew how to breathe. I didn't even know what to do if I was supposed to stand or kneel because my legs were weak as hell.

I didn't know if I was supposed to talk back or cry. I didn't know what to do.

“Then why don't you just kill me now?” My voice shook. That time, I wasn't being sarcastic. I mean it. I wanted death. I just wanted him to kill me completely and maybe then he'd be happy.

Maybe if I died, he'd finally forgive himself for not saving Mom instead. I didn't know what I did to the moon goddess, but whatever it was …. I'm sure it was something huge. Something unforgivable.

I'm the daughter of an alpha, but all he wants is to sell me off to some thirty-year-old man who wouldn't even love me?

Death's better than this life I'm living. Not like I'm actually living anyway.

Didn't bother asking me what happened between Damien and me. He just picked me up from the ground and dragged me into my room.

“Alpha, please take things easy,” Beta Bastat said from a distance, but I could tell he was happy with the way my own father mistreated me and worshipped his own son.

Dad threw me on the cold floor in my room. I knew he wanted to say something, and I strongly hoped he wanted to know what Damien did to me, but.

“Killing you would be such a waste. Just stay here till you awaken, Hazel. Apparently, that's all you're good for.” He said.

No remorse, no fear. Just greed.