Alpha Gabriel's Redemption

Sold.

Feyre's POV

There was a shed by the other side of the house that held all the family’s weaponry and tools and if I was looking for something big enough to free the wolf’s leg from the tangle of prickly bushes, I’d find the right equipment there. Just as I was about to round the corner, the shed’s walls slowly came into sight, I heard the voices in the parlor and I pulled up short.

I had expected to know when the hunters would come into the compound because they’re all attached to their cars and go nowhere without the heavy machinery, but judging from the lack of cars around the house, it meant they walked here – for whatever reason.

I had to walk past the parlor windows to get to the shed and my father would see me. I’m daunted by this fact and rest my back against the wall, rethinking my plans. Father would definitely wonder what I’m doing in the she’d because I’m not meant to be in there, and I’m terrible at fibbing. I sigh in annoyance, rubbing my forehead wearily. I’m about to turn back and head toward the backyard again when I hear Becky come into the room, her voice loud in the large space.

“Gentlemen. Come into the dinning room, the table is set and we’re eagerly waiting for your compliments on the feast.” Father grunts in agreement and I hear Grace let out a giggle, letting me know that Scott must’ve come with his mentor tonight. I’m not surprised that Becky took the credit for the dinner I’d made – she always took credit for that during one of father’s monthly dinner meetings.

“Go on, we’d be right there in a while.” It’s Father talking now and there’s a bit of a hesitation before I hear Grace and Becky’s heels clacking as they take their exit. There’s a long silence that follows after like they have some sort of secret to share but they need to be sure that they’re not being listened to. I glance up, making sure that none of the men had stuck his head out of the window and found me out. Being in the clear, I release a huge relieved breath and sag against the wall, just as father’s voice raises.

“You have to be sick if you think I’d agree to that, Malkholm.” I was right, Scott’s mentor was here as well, which meant that he was here as well. Malkholm had taken in Scott from the street after Scott, who was then a gangly teenager, attacked half his men and maimed them, leaving the lot with bruises around their bodies. I’d once questioned Scott’s stupidity at such age because if Malkholm hadn’t been looking for an apprentice, he would have killed Scott for wounding half his men. Scott had told me that he’d watched them for months and felt like he had to pass a test of sorts to show the other guys he hung out with that he was better than them, hence the fight he’d gotten into.

That had been his saving grace in a twisted sort of way because he’d gotten a free pass to a better life, not that he cared much about the kind of life he lived. I huff in annoyance and focus more on the conversation, trying to drown out the crickets sounds around the compound and focus on the whispered answer from Malkholm.

“You pushed us to this, Monroe. I told you that making a deal with that vile worm would get back at us, but you were too greedy, you’d gone insane with your plans to plant more hunters all over the world and you’d taken his help. If you want to get us out of this mess you put us in, you’d have to do it. Or I’d go about it my way.”

Whatever Malkholm meant by ‘his way’ clearly offends father because just as he had finished speaking, a vase shattered on the linoleum floor, making a dull sound but one that was quite loud in the silent room. I stealthily walk directly beneath the window and stretch out my head, till my eyes barely pass the sill. The scene in front of me causes me to panic a bit, with father being surrounded by these huge and burly hunters. Father looks agitated, his salt and pepper hair sticking up on all ends like he’d pulled on it – something he does when he’s extremely nervous.

“So you all want me to what? Give up my daughter because I can’t pay back the heavy amount I took from Franco?” My body jolts with the mention of that and I’m suddenly curious as to which daughter he’s referring to. My eyes seek out Scott and I take in his calm demeanor as he rests against the wall, one ankle placed in front of the other and his arms crossed over his chest. I shake my head, now worried because I know that Scott won’t let anything happen to Grace if he had any say on what happens. Which means he’s talking about me.

I’m just coming to that realization – even though I don’t really know what’s going on, when Scott straightens from his spot at the wall and walks close to Father. “You’re giving out Feyre for the time being, just think of it as a deposit.” His hands lands on father’s shoulder and I watch with trepidation as father shakes him off slowly, like he’s coming to terms with whatever it is they’re planning to do with me.

“I’m not stupid, Scott. I’d be selling her to that madman and I won’t get her back. The terrible thing is that I’d still have to pay him back with interest. Feyre would only be a plea for a later date for the p*****t and nothing else.”

“Maybe if you had actually used the money for what is was budgeted for and not to fatten up your household, you wouldn’t be in this rut.” The man closest to the window says and I duck down suddenly as everyone turns to look at him. There’s a murmur of agreement and I hear father grunt, imagining the embarrassed face he’d be wearing as they chided him.

I don’t wait to hear more because I already know what Father’s decision would be. He’d give me out because I don’t matter to him, because I don’t add anything to the family like the way Grace adds her prowess in there hunting field and Becky makes a perfect arm candy. I’m the weird, untalented, family member, who’s easily disposable.

I make my way around the house and through the back door, ignoring the thing that reminds me of my promise to get the wolf free. I’d do that later but now, I need to think and to come to terms with what was about to become of me. The back door slams shut behind me and I run up to my room, not caring if my family and the guest hear my steps. I’m too furious and scared underneath it all, to process clearly and I swing my door shut and sit on my bed slowly, the springs shifting beneath my weight.

Father really has plans to get rid of me, because he owes Franco money. I know the man, he’d visited the house several times and on those occasions I found him constantly leering at me and I’d wondered why father hadn’t cautioned his friend, infact, I thought that he hadn’t even noticed. But now I knew that he did and he was planning to use me as a compensation for his late p*****t. Franco was a short, balding man, who had sausage like fingers – he’d grabbed my arm once, and a wide and large nose taking up half of his facial features.

I shiver as I conjure up an image of the man and I can already tell what I’m going to do.