Chapter 6
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For the past two days, I've been curled up on my dad's lap with what seem to be
permanently tear stained cheeks.
He hasn't said a word about me sneaking out or disobeying him, but rather just tries to comfort
me after what happened.
As I'm unable to even utter a word about the experience, Leeland told my dad what he had come
to see after hearing me screaming.
That was the only time my dad hasn't been with me in the past 48 hours.
After receiving the news, he smashed a window and brought out his baseball bat before leaving
the house.
He says he "took care of the problem,” which means Jackson would be luckily to live after
whatever my dad must have done.
"You have to get up sometime Little Wolf," he grumbles into my messy hair. It hasn't been cared
for since that night, so I bet I look like a troll.
"I'm not moving dad," I argue into his shirt. "Never again."
He sighs and rubs my back soothingly. I feel bad he has to watch me like this, especially since I
won't even let him leave to conduct training. I just can't bring myself to go anywhere though.
What if I run into...him? What if people stare or judge me because give been rejected? I can't live
like that.
"Sweetheart, there's an important meeting today with another pack and I have to go. It's in three
hours."
I shake my head and wrap my arms tighter around his waist.
"You can't leave me here. It's not safe!"
I bet Jackson is waiting until I'm alone. He'll attack me again. He'll kill me.
My father sighs and stands up with me still clinging to him like a koala. This is how it's been for
the past few days.
"I'm sure the alpha would understand if you came with me."
He pries me off and pulls me from the couch, making sure we both head upstairs. It takes only a
few minutes for my dad to start a bath and I have to give him props, I probably still smell like
alcohol and the men's bathroom, but he's let me stay right next to him this whole time despite all
that.
"Come on," he says leading me away and to the bed.
Making sure I’m seated comfortably, he lifts his baggy shirt off and over my head. It had turned
out that my dress was a bit torn, so he threw it on me after he found me that night and I haven’t
bothered to change since.
I'm sure other people think it's weird for a dad to see his daughter naked and vice versa, but not
when your single dad was the one who raised you and certainly not when you’re werewolves of
all species. We’re naked in front of each other nearly every day.
I wasn't wearing a bra, so my dad takes off my night shorts next before throwing some bubble
bombs in the bath. Lifting me back up, he then sets me down into the tub, letting me lean against
the cold tile while the hot water slowly rises, allowing me to be the most relaxed I’ve been for
some time now.
Patiently, my dad lets me sit like this for a while before scrubbing some lavender scented soap on
me with a tough bristled brush and working some conditioner into my knotted hair.
I find it funny how my dad has a better curly hair routine for me than most girls do for
themselves. After we're all clean, he helps me out of the tub and onto a towel before wrapping
another one around me.
"I'll be right back," he says holding a finger out, meaning don’t go anywhere.
As if. Watching him rush out, he’s back in less than a minute with a pile of clothes in hand. He
scrubs off his wet and still slightly bubbly arms before drying me off next. Handing me shorts
and a tank top, I put them on only slightly embarrassed that he forgot to bring me underwear, but
I'm not about to ask him to rummage through my sacred drawer.
Lifting me on the counter, he does his ‘special’ thing with my hair and twenty minutes later, my
perfect blonde curls are back.
"What do you want to eat," he asks lifting me back up and carrying me downstairs.
I make a grunt noise since I don't care. He's a good chef, even if the options are limited, so
anything is fine. Leaving me on the stool, he looks through the fridge and pulls out a casserole
from the week prior.
We eat that and I only finish half of mine due to a decrease in appetite, but at least I ate
something as he reminds me.
"Okay, we need to get going," my dad says holding out his hand.
I pout my lips and lift my arms like a child, smiling cheesily. I can't adult anymore. He has been
spoiling me.
My dad crosses his arms and looks at me with exasperation.
"As much as I love the arm workout, do you really want me to baby you in front of the whole
pack and the alphas?"
I cringe at the thought. That would be embarrassing. Instead I hold my dad's hand tightly and let
him walk me through the pack until we reach the pack house.
We go to the meeting room at the end of the hall and I ignore the stares sent my way by people
who heard about what happened.
Wolves are so nosey.
My dad opens the door and lets me through, but not a second later there's a ferocious growl. It's
so sudden I practically jump out of my skin and my dad jumps in front of me a second later.
I cower behind his large back and peek under his arm curiously.
A huge monster of a man stands on the visitor side of the meeting table with his eyes trained on
me.
"MINE," he growls.
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