Your Father is my mate,Now back off Ex

"You will behave, you will not speak unless spoken to, and you dare not embarrass me in front of my father, or there will be hell to pay," Ryker growled at me as I stood before him in his office.

"Yes, Alpha," I answered, and he scoffed.

"And cover up that bruise. Don't make me tell you again. One single mistake is all it would take, just one. I advise you to pull yourself together," he snapped at me, and I hastily covered up the bruise on my shoulders, the one that had been given to me earlier this morning .

I was a slave, in disguise of a mate, to the Alpha of my pack.

We had been mated for three years, and those three years had been filled with torment and resentment.

To everyone, I was his treasure, his beautiful Luna, but no one knew what went on behind closed doors, how he hit me at any silent inconvenience, how the doctor stitched me up, how I struggled with broken bones every single day.

If anyone even knew, they ignored my suffering to avoid the wrath of the alpha.

And today was one of those days, and it came as a surprise to me when he informed me of the Alpha King's visit to our pack.

Alpha King Aseal.

The Alpha King who ruled millions of wolves across the globe, and it so happened that he turned out to be Ryker’s adoptive father.

And the one man I had hated all my life was coming back to this pack. The last time he was here, I had watched him pull out my father’s heart from his chest in the most brutal way imaginable. The memory of how he had pulled his heart from his chest all those years ago and smashed it in front of him haunted me, and my mother didn't survive long after my father's death. They were fated mates, and she died soon after he died.

And my father's pack was given to Ryker, his adopted son, who had forced me into being his mate.

"Now get out, and make yourself decent. I'll not have you, looking like a maid in front of my father," he hissed at me, and I clenched my fist as I bowed my head in respect before I walked out of the office.

I held myself together, holding back a sob at the memory of this wretched place.

The pack I had once grown to love, now I hated it with every bit of me, and I knew no matter how hard I tried, this would never be my home, not anymore.

"And I better not see your goddamn face at the feast. It would be better if you remained inside; your presence would taint the environment and could piss off my father,seeing as he wouldn’t want a daughter of a tratior around him” he snarled into midlink, just as I took a step away from the door. I clenched