Surrogate For The Cursed Alpha

Aurora

"I don't have a single penny for you or that pathetic mother of yours!" my father-the Beta of the Ravenclaw Pack-roared.

I clung desperately to his leg, tears streaming down my face.

My mother had been diagnosed with heart failure. Without treatment, she had only a month to live.

Five years after being cast out of the pack, I swallowed my pride and came back here, just to beg him-for her life.

He was my last hope.

When I was eighteen, I failed to complete my first transformation.

From that day on, he changed completely.

Within a week, he threw me and my mother out of the house himself.

His reason? "The pack doesn't keep useless trash."

Soon after, Stella and her mother moved in-the woman from the packaging factory who had been his mistress for years.

What could I say? I couldn't transform, and I had no strength to resist.

All I could do was leave with my mother, comforting her, promising that we'd find a better life.

Five years passed.

Yes, we were far from the pack and that cursed factory, living in a small cottage on the outskirts.

But just when I thought life had finally calmed down, fate came for her again-with a knife in hand.

So here I was, back again, stripped of dignity, standing at this door once more.

"Dad. please. remember all those years you spent with Mom. You two used to run together, support each other. You told her you couldn't live without her-don't you remember? Please! Please don't let her die!" I sobbed.

"She can rot in hell! She's not my mate! She betrayed me! She gave birth to you-a bastard child! You useless piece of filth!"

He spat right in my face.

"You're twenty-three and still can't shift! You're not of my blood!"

"Dad, I'm your daughter!" I shook my head, desperate. "Mom has always been faithful to you! I couldn't transform-it was an accident. But Mom never had anyone else!"

I could see the love my mother had for him-deep, unwavering. She would never betray him.

"Bullshit! No Beta wolf could ever sire a wolfless Omega! Your mother was a warrior wolf! You're not my daughter! You're a bastard! Go to your mother and find out who your real father is-some pathetic Omega, no doubt!"

His eyes flared red as he shouted.

"Get out before I rip your throat open with my claws!" he growled.

My shoulders trembled, but I had nowhere else to go.

"No! I'll pay you back, I promise! Please, Dad!" I kept begging. I had a job-I could work harder, pay the hospital bill.

"Bitch! Are you deaf?!" he bellowed, then kicked me hard in the stomach with the tip of his leather shoe.

Pain exploded through me; I curled up on the floor, gasping.

"It hurts."

"Dad!" my half-sister Stella suddenly appeared, wearing a short robe and thigh-high boots.

"I need thirty thousand dollars for my vacation," she said sweetly.

My father's face