DO AWAY WITH
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AMARA’S POV
Dad stood in front of the glass window in his home office, “Damira, leave us alone.” He said, his back facing us.
Damira scrunched her nose. “Dad, Amy wasn't at fault. I threw the punch first.”
He growled. “Young lady, don't let me repeat myself.”
Damira's breathing became heavy, obviously pissed. “Daddy—”
He groaned. “I said get out, this minute.”
Damira narrowed her eyes, and gave me her signature, ‘I'm not going anywhere’ look. I shook my head. “Are you sure you'll be fine?”
What's the worst that can happen?
I sniffled, all the oxygen escaped from my lungs, the more I dragged in air, the more it became difficult to breathe. Damira patted my back gently, “I'm just by the corner, and you know how protective my wolf is of you.” Her words were simple, but reassuring. Damira sauntered out of the room and banged the door hard, enough for my eardrums to ring hard, earning her a scoff.
Silence pressed in on all sides.
“She's just like me, witty and strong…” He muttered, but loud enough for me to hear, “Like the daughter of an Alpha should be.”
The silence stretched further into my bones. My knuckles turned white and the bacon I ate earlier lurched rose up to my throat.
I took a sharp breath in, and waited for my verdict. My guts told me, this wasn't going to end well. The fangs of cold wheezed into the study, causing the temperature to drop, and my teeth clenched together in a shiver.
After what seemed to be like an interminable length of time but in reality was just five minutes. Father turned to face me, his eyes clouded in an emotion similar to disappointment.
He sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Amy, I've tried to be the perfect father, and…and,” He held gazes with me for one nerve-wracking minute, before he shifted his gaze, “Manage your excesses. The only thing you had to do was stay out of trouble, still you blow it up,” he gritted through clenched teeth, “I don't even blame Kelvin. You both are better off apart.”
My heart splintered into a thousand pieces and sank to the pit of my stomach. Tears stung the back of my eyes. I sniffled, pressing hard on my wrist, to suppress my emotions from tipping over. I was a few seconds away from losing my mind.
He grimaced. “I was going to play the devil's advocate and put this off till after Christmas,” His voice dripped with bitterness. “But I don't think anyone is safe around your tantrums, especially your cousins.”
“They started it first.” My voice was shaky.
Dad brushed my concerns with a wave of hand. “Maybe if you kept your emotions under control, it wouldn't get to this,” he paused, “Amara, being without a wolf is worse than the Christmas curse.”
Christmas curse? “I thought that was a myth,” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that you just said?”
I shook my head, “Nothing,”
Dad sized me from head to toe, before he began, “Pack your bags, you're going to spend the Christmas holidays with grandma Matilda.”
The pain in my chest deepened, as I scrambled through my brain for the right words. Each word that rested at the tip of my tongue felt heavy like copper.
My head became fuzzy, my legs suddenly turned into jelly, and gave way to the ground. In an instant, I was on my knees. “Please Alpha…” What was the point of calling him ‘Daddy’ “I don't want to leave, please.”
Through the cloud of tears that blinded my sight, I could pick out the pain in his eyes. He loved me, but couldn't work his way past the wall of disappointment he'd attached to me.
If only Santa was real and would grant me one wish, just one. I sniffled, a slight shiver coursed through my spine. I didn't want to spend Christmas with Grandma Matilda for a thousand reasons.
“Heard she's the Alpha's personal chef, since you have a flair for baking, I figured Oakville pack would be the best place for you to spend Christmas.” His tone brooked no opposition, “I trust Grandma Matilda to help you build character.”
I let out a ragged breath. Build character— overly strict. I shook my head, “Daddy, I don't wanna go please.”
He cleared his throat and was about to speak when the door flung open. “Daddy, what did you just say?” Damira's voice flitted through the room.
“Damira, stay out of this.”
“We won't.” Kyle drawled. A shadow crossed his face, darkening it by two shades. “What has come over you, Alpha?”
“Kyle I will not have you talk to me like that,” The old man fired back, “I’m still your father, and your Alpha—”
Kyle grimaced. “Amy is still our sister and your daughter, father…wolf or no wolf.”
“An Alpha's daughter without a wolf is a dent,” he murmured. “Not just that, she's famous around the pack for fighting, and for that jerk Kelvin?”
“They started it first.”
He stared down at Damira. “One more word from you and I'll have you take patrol seven times tomorrow morning.”
Damira's knuckles turned white, and I was sure as hell she was fighting demons not to lose it on father. Once, she'd taken on father and pinned him to the ground, even though the latter quickly took her out.
“Kyle, get ready to drop her off at the airport tomorrow morning. She’ll spend Christmas with Grandma Matilda.”
“What!”
“In Oakville?”
Father nodded, “Yes, in Oakville.”
The second was one of the reasons I didn't want to go. Besides grandma Matilda's disciplined side, she worked for the billionaire Alpha’s family as their personal chef. They were famous for their lavish lifestyle and the
“They don't like our pack father,” Damira stated, and my head snapped up to face her. Tension lined her shoulders in waves, it was obvious she was at the brink of a mental breakdown. “Grandma survived there because she's useful to them. Amy cannot cope there.”
“My verdict is final,” Father insisted. “Kyle, drop her off at the airport. Her flight is due in three hours.”
What!
My Dad's declaration sent all the tears, I was holding back rolling through my cheeks. I collapsed onto the floor, tuning out of Damira's screams and shouts.
I wasn't going to spend my favorite holiday with my family. Worse still, I was going to work as an assistant chef, serving the billionaire Alpha's.
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