A son for the cruel alpha

I heard my father enter my room. I knew it wasn't a good thing that he was coming, he usually does it to yell at me and tell me about things that I shouldn't give a damn about. I turned to see him, paled at the sight of the belt hanging from his hand, I looked up into his eyes, cold… as cold as I remember them, so full of bitterness and hatred. How could he harbor so much hatred for his own daughter? When I was a child I thought there were no bad people in the world, then I grew up and realised there are more bad people than good. “Dad" I shouted. An involuntary sob escaped me, I stroked my arm, he had left the mark of his fingers on my skin: “Please don't hit me, I haven't done anything.” “If you would just listen to me maybe everything would be easier girl, but you refuse to do what I tell you, sometimes I think you're stupid.” I don't like when he says that to me, it makes me cry. I feel the leather of the belt on my legs, I try to keep the blows from falling on my arms. Even though it hurts like hell, I've gotten used to this happening every time Diana puts me in a bad situation. A moan comes out of my mouth at every blow he gives, I feel the bile in my throat and the salty tears run down my cheeks. I rest my head in my hands and try to curl into a ball, he proves indifferent to my crying and pleading, I wish for a moment he would remember that I am his daughter. He tugs at my hair and makes me look at him, those eyes that only show the hatred, the disgust I give my own father. What kind of dad hates his own daughter? He's so mean. “You're a burden to me, Alice, because of you your mother is dead" I close my eyes, the feeling of guilt gripping my chest. “Stop crying damn it!” “I'm sorry.” “You're sorry? What are you sorry for? Being your mother's murderer. Because you know it was your fault that she died, I'm sorry I'm so stupid to stay under the same roof as you.” I feel a sourness in my mouth, I've worked so hard to make my father love me even a little, but apparently all my efforts have been in vain and he still doesn't love me. The sound of the door lets me know he's left me alone, as he always does, he just hits me, claims my mother is dead because of me and leaves with his new wife and daughter. Diana is not even his daughter, but he loves her, he loves her more than me. When I was four years old, my dad remarried to a she-wolf of the pack who had lost her husband in a hunter attack. She already had her two children, Jason and Diana, she is very terrible to me, she makes my life impossible, the same as Diana. Jason, on the other hand, is like a prince, but only when he is at home he defends me from my bitter father, but he is not here for me all the time… I wish I could have my first transformation, so I could go far away from here, where I could let my dad and his family be happy. But no wolf can leave the pack without having his first wolf transformation, and I still haven't turned into a wolf even once. “Crying again? You don't know how sorry I feel for you, sister" I hugged the pillow tighter and pressed my lips together, bearing with my stepsister, I hate her: “It must be so ugly that your daddy doesn't love you, how does it feel to be so miserable?” It feels the worst, like falling into a deep black hole where at the end there are only snakes waiting to eat you alive, to stick you with their venom. But obviously I'm not going to tell her that. “Aren't you going to answer me? You know, I pity you. My daddy is very unhappy because of you, your conscience must be very heavy" She laughs cruelly and keeps talking: "You should go far away if you want him to be happy, your presence torments him more.” “That's what you want…” “He said it himself a few minutes ago, that your presence takes him out of his control” I don't doubt he said it, but I think she's lying, why wouldn't she? She's an evil witch, so I respond: “The day my father says that to me looking me in the eye, I will. But coming from you, I can expect anything.” "What the hell do you mean by that?" "Monsters can never be trusted, and if there's one thing I've learned from you and your mother, it's that you're the worst monsters anyone should ever trust..." I don't know where I got enough strength to say those words, but it's obvious she doesn't like it at all. "You're an idiot..." Diana says through gritted teeth, full of fury: "How dare you call my beloved mother a monster?" Still sitting on the floor, I watch as she approaches me with one of her hands raised, and closing my eyes I shrink back in fear, as it is obvious her intention to hit me. It's not the first time she's done it, but since my father gave me a good thrashing not too long ago, I feel sore and a little scared. However, to my good fortune, I hear rapid footsteps coming into my room, and I see a boy quickly step between us, defending me from her. "Diana, that's enough," says Jason, who apparently has just arrived from his pack missions. Grumbling in annoyance, Diana lets go of her brother, and giving me a look as cold as ice, she replies: "You got lucky, you idiot...". Giving us an angry look, the demented Diana finally leaves, looking very angry that her brother has interrupted us in his daily moment of wanting to humiliate me. “Are you okay?" When his sister finally leaves, a very worried Jason crouches down beside me. "Yeah, don't worry" I reply embarrassed, lowering my head in fear. "Did your dad hit you again? I'm sorry, I couldn't get there in time..." I just shake my head and smile, Jason really is a sweet boy, probably the only being in all the land who cares about me. "I'm fine" I repeat with conviction. "Fine enough to misbehave for one night?" "Misbehave?" I ask somewhat confused. "I have a favor to ask of you Alice, come with me tonight!" Seeing his little puppy dog eyes and how excited he is, I can't refuse, nodding my head even though I don't know where he plans to go this late. *** “What is this place?” “A bar club, with hot man…" He wiggles his eyebrows up and down. I look up at the big green neon letters on the ceiling of the place, “Bad Reputation” It's a bar, I guess the name fits it perfectly, there are a lot of people drinking and getting high in the corners. “There are a lot of people” I clung tighter to his arm. “That's why it's a disco, you thought there were only nuns and priests?” He scoffed, shaking his head. I feel a little overwhelmed as we go deeper and deeper into the club, with the neon lights and the loud music, I've never been to a place like this before. "Don't move from here Alice, I'll go get something to drink" Jason asks me in a shout over the loud music, leaving me in a corner near the dance floor. I just nod my head, looking around confused, as I watch my stepbrother disappear into the crowd. This place is attractive, even though it looks dirty and a bit confusing, I like the atmosphere, seeing people so happy and dancing, I would like to be like them, without worries. I don't have too much time to get lost in my thoughts, as I'm standing next to the dance floor, I accidentally bump into a tall man with a drink in his hands. "I'm so sorry sir!" I apologize immediately. However, when I look up to see his face, I lose myself in his attractive golden eyes, and his sour lemon scent... Who is this mysterious stranger? And why am I so attracted to him?