Chapter 1 Wronged

~Sage~

I could feel hands crawling up my body. I felt my dress being slowly drawn up to my waist. Hands were starting to grab my body parts, and I was starting to get disgusted.

Even though this was a dream, I remembered the feeling that I currently felt. This was the familiar feeling that I always get when my step brother tries to have his way with me.

It wasn’t until I felt hands groping my breasts that I realized.

This wasn’t a dream!

My eyes shot open and a scream left my throat as I saw him on my bed with my dress up to my waist.

I scrambled away from him, rearranging my dress and thankful for the little shorts that I’d decided to wear whenever I wanted to sleep.

“Asher! What are you doing in my room?”

“What does it look like?” he asked, standing. “I’m here to fully initiate you into womanhood. You turned eighteen today and you’re still a virgin. That isn’t proper. Allow me to show you a glimpse of what being a woman means.”

“I don’t remember asking you to turn me into a woman, Asher. Leave my room or I’ll scream.” I stuttered as I backed away from my step brother.

“Why don’t you try? Then you’ll explain why you’ve been trying to get me to sleep with you.”

“What?” I gasped, “I’ve never done that.”

“Who will believe you? Your father hates you and my mother abhors you.” He cackled, ignoring my protest as he stepped closer to me. His expression was like that of a predator that had finally caught the prey that had taken him so much time and effort.

But I’ll be damned if I let him get his stupid wish.

I opened my mouth to retort but he beat me to it. “Anyway, your father wants to speak to you. He’s in a fit of rage. I think you might get the belt again.” he said and left after practically undressing me with his eyes.

I released the breath that I’d been holding for the longest time.

Father wants to see me this early in the morning? Could it be because I just turned eighteen and my wolf was still dormant? Or is it because I’m yet to get mated?

Whichever one it was, I hoped that he wasn’t mad enough to use his belt on me this time.

The whelps and wounds from the last beating he gave me were still fresh on my back. I don’t think that I’d be able to take anymore beating for now. At least until these wounds start to close up.

I rearranged my clothes and stepped out of my room. I saw my father lounging on the sofa, reading a paper.

The permanent scowl on his face was even more intense and I felt my heart start to beat ferociously.

“Father, you sent for me,” I said calmly as soon as I got to the sitting room.

“Yes, I did, sit down.” He ordered with a plain look plastered on his face. Without further questioning I down gently and stared at him curiously.

“Pack your things. You will be getting married to Alpha King Damon.” He said without looking at me.

I gasped in shock. “What?”

Alarmed, I sprang up from my seat.

“You will sit down.” He ordered clenching his teeth.

“Do you hate me that much? Do you hate me that much to throw me to the first man who comes to buy me? You abhor me that much to give me out to a man older than you? A man who is one more feet closer to his grave?” I cried.

“Don’t you forget that I’m not just your father, but also your alpha. You will respect me!” He growled, slamming his hands hard on the table.

His eyes looked up at me finally and I wished that they hadn’t. They were red and fiery, making me almost piss in my pants.

With his alpha mode on display, there was nothing that I could do.

“As I was saying before you foolishly interrupted, I’m being kind enough to get you married to someone of good values and position, and the wedding has been fixed already.” “What did I ever do to you?” I looked at him, my eyes starting to water. “Why have you always been so hostile to me? Tell me what I need to do and I’ll change just for you to love me like your daughter.” I blurted out as tears gathered up in the corner of my eyes.

“You want to know?” he asked, stalking towards me, the disgust and fury in his expression unmistakable.

If anyone had told me that a father could have such contempt for his child, I would have laughed in the person’s face.

But with what I was seeing, I was even scared to be termed alpha Donatus's daughter. He looked like he would strangle me with the first chance that he got and bury my body in a shallow grave.

“You want to know why the sight of you disgusts me?”

I nodded, the tears brimming in my eyes and threatening to make a flood.

“It’s because you’re the devil's offspring. You killed my wife! If not for your existence she would still be here by my side, but you had to kill her to get into this world.” He yelled, his fists clenching and unclenching.

I gasped, my breaths coming in short sobs. The tears that I’d been trying to hold in poured recklessly down my cheeks. How was it my fault that Mom died? I was only a child and I did nothing wrong. I also never got to see her.

“This marriage is not a request, it's an order from your alpha. You will get married and there’s nothing you will do to stop it.” He said in a tone of finality and started to walk away.

With a last desperate attempt to invoke some kind of fatherly love in him, I fell to my knees in front of my father and held his legs helplessly. “Father please you can’t do this to me, I won’t survive one day under his roof, you can’t get me married to him.” I begged, hoping that his cold heart could melt a bit towards me.

But I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

The next thing I knew was his free leg connecting with my chest. The force of his kick made me fly across the room.

I landed on a furniture and saw stars for a moment. The excruciating pain that hit my insides was nothing that I had imagined.

I groaned, curling myself up in a ball while trying to get used to the pain. It didn’t help that the wounds that I got from the last beating that he gave me were still fresh. I glanced at my shoulder and saw a patch of blood starting to form on it.

“Do not ever touch me with those cursed hands of yours. I’ll cut them off the next time they come in contact with me” he said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Tears continued rolling down my cheeks as I watched my father walk out without sparing me another glance and I couldn’t help but wake up to the realization that my life was over.

I sniffled, my eyes landing on a splinter of sharp wood on the floor.

I groaned, reaching out to pick it up. I positioned it on my neck, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.