FIST PUNCH
1226 Words
AMARA'S POV
Something about meeting Dad in his study didn't sit well with me. He never summoned us to his study unless it was necessary. Being the Alpha of a pack like the Blue diamond pack came with a lot of responsibilities and Dad was doing a great job at it.
His only flaw? He wanted no mistakes, not even in the slightest. Alpha Alex Winston had rigid expectations set aside for his children and when those rules aren't met, he relegated that child as a failure.
Between me and my siblings, I was the failure. At least, my father thought so. I didn't buy that at first but after last night, I guess he had a point.
“I can smell you from a mile away.” His husky voice reached my ears through the thick door. I inhaled and exhaled sharply before I turned the doorknob that led to his large study. The lavish spaced room took the whole of the second floor.
The second I stepped into the home office, Leather and a tinge of newspapers and old books flossed into my nose. My breath got caught as my mind took a trip down my childhood memories.
Father throwing me in the air, while Damira and Kyle scrolled through the big books that I felt could swallow me. After spending those long hours in his office and a stomach full of hot chocolate, he'd tuck me in bed with a kiss on my forehead. Well, that was a long time ago.
“Ahem!” The throaty sound brought me face to face with a pair of stern grey eyes. “There's no point dragging this um…” he adjusted on his seat. Anger coloured the corner of his eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, I had to strain my ears to grasp each words, “Yesterday was a total disaster–”
My blood pounded in my ears, “I know.”
His face turned the color of a hydrant,“Let me finish.” I nodded, fumbling with my school jacket. The temperature in the room,
Dad let out a deep sigh. “Amara, I used to think, or rather, I and your mother used to think there was so much to you,” His voice trailed off after a nerve breaking minute, “You had many prospects or at least that was what we chose to see.”
Fuck bring stabbed by a dagger, Dad's words were like a cartridge tied to my brain. Each word seemed to release the bullet right through my skull. My heart rate slowed with each word.
“You weren't even mated to Kelvin Alvaro,” his breathing pounded in my ears, “At least striking the business deal with his family on the grounds of ‘mate bond’ would have been enough compensation. Yet, none of that happened.”
My throat went Sahara desert dry, and my temperature tripled under the jacket. The nightmare doubled with Dad's words torturing me. I sniffled softly to push back the tears gathered around my eyes and it took every bit of willpower I could muster to hold it back— I couldn't hold on much longer.
“I’m—”
Dad stomped his hands angrily against the table. “One more word from you and I'll put you right on the sparring ground with Lisa. Someone has to bridle that sharp tongue.”
The door slammed open. “You would do no such thing Alex,” mother's soft tone poured into the room like a drizzle in drought. “Amy, go to school and enjoy the rest of your day.” Her tone was firm, whilst keeping eye contact with my Dad.
He responded with a grunt. “We're not done with this conversation.”
“Go already.” Mom quaked me softly. I sniffled and headed out of the office, closing the door behind me.
“You should have allowed me to break the news to her, she's going to know afterall.”
Mother scoffed, “Alex, you're too harsh on her. She's Alpha’s blood and would definitely get a wolf–”
He cut in, “When?”
“The right time.”
“Marie, there is no such thing as the right time. It's either she gets her wolf before the next full moon or gets mated to Kelvin.”
“Alex, you were there, you saw what happened. She didn't feel the bond.”
“Then she'll leave me no choice than to…”
A strange sadness clouded my thoughts. I didn't wait to hear the last part of the statement, before I bursted out in a sob, my legs broke into a run down the hallway.
I stepped out of the pack house and the fresh scent of lavender whipped into my nose, sparking a sort of relief. I wiped my eyes and got into the waiting car.
“What did he say?” Damira’s tone dripped with concern.
I shrugged, “Nothing out of the ordinary.”
Her eyes narrowed with skepticism. “Are you sure?”
“Can we just go to school already?”
She raised her hands in surrender. “Sure why not.”
After thirty minutes of driving in silence and a mixture of tension, she said, “Amy, you know I'm your best friend, and you can tell me anything.”
A small smile broke out of my lips, “My only friend and my sister too.”
She chuckled. “Because you're an introvert.”
“Or I just wouldn't fit into any circle?”
Damira grunted, “Jackshit! You're perfect the way you are,”
I shook my head, my heart welling with emotion. “Daddy doesn't think so.”
She tipped her head sideways, “Excuse us please,”
“Yes ma'am.” The driver responded and got down.
Damira turned to face me, with a sigh. “I never knew a day would come when I'll say this but…” she paused, “f**k what Dad thinks.”
Damira was the good daughter, the ideal daughter. When Dad wasn't comparing me with Lisa, he compared me with her. The good thing was that she wasn't a pain in the ass like Lisa.
I held my breath almost like, if I inhaled or exhaled, I'd break whatever spell her words had on me. I bursted out laughing, “You didn't just say that,”
She flipped her hair over her shoulders, “I guess I just did. He has no right to say whatever it was that made you cry.” She added when I dabbed my eyes with the back of my hand, “And yes, your thick lashes gave you out.”
“He’s disappointed in me. I wasn't even mated to Kelvin.”
She gagged, “That flirt. You're better off without that jerk.”
“But I love him.”
Damira's eyes swept past my shoulders, and her face became clouded with anger at what she was staring at, “After now, I don't think you would.”
I whipped my head to the direction of her eyes. My mouth slightly parted open but no words came out.
Thump. Thump. Thump. the sound of my heart pounding violently in my ears watered down what Damira was saying.
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