Chapter 2
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Lily’s POV
Dinner on Bad News
My father still made the dinner happen. It didn’t matter that the love of my life was currently being brutalized, or that I had been crying for most of the day.
We were seated around the table, the huge roasted chicken in the middle, our plates filled with meals I wasn’t really interested in having.
It was time to be courteous, but I was spared all of that when the doors suddenly pushed open, and a heavy set of feet rushed in.
Silence filled the room in that split second, as everyone froze.
The pack soldier looked around, as if deciding if it was news to spill in public. “We have a message from the Bloodfangs,” he breathed, making his choice. “From their Alpha. Alpha Andre.”
A frown settled on my father’s face, but I, on the other hand, got on my feet. “Is it about Phil?” I asked, panic in my tone. “Did he say he was going to let him go?”
I saw the answer in his eyes before he shook his head. “He has given us an ultimatum,” the soldier muttered, his eyes dropping to the ground. “He’s asking Alpha Kegan to tell everyone what he did or risk his …”
Silence.
“Risk what?” My father growled.
“Risk his daughter going next.”
All eyes fell on me, but in that moment, I didn’t care. “No!” I cried out, already reaching for the soldier before my brain even caught up. “No! No! We’ve got to save Phil!”
Tears stung the corners of my eyes as my hands lunged out towards him, but Irina was by my side in a second, pulling me away from him. “Lily!”
“Let me go!” The tears were flowing down my face now. “Phil! Dad!”
“Get her out of here!” My dad muttered, still sitting. “The dinner is over.”
“Dad!” I rushed over to him, holding his hands. “Please. If you are holding anything that belongs to the Bloodfangs, hand it over. For my sake. For Phil.”
He didn’t look into my eyes. Instead, he nodded at someone above me. Strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist, and I was hoisted out of the room, the doors closing with a bang behind me.
I struggled as hard as I could, thrashing and wailing so loudly. But nothing changed. The door to my room was kicked open, but the person dropped me gingerly in the centre of the bed.
I looked at his face when he pulled away. “Damon, please…” My voice broke. It was our enforcer.
“I know Andre, Lily,” he started, backing away slowly. “If Phil is still alive, he would have been beaten to a pulp by now.”
Damon paused, taking a deep breath. “It will hurt, but you should let him go.”
“Damon…”
“We both know that Phil isn’t your mate. Were you planning on rejecting whoever it happens to be when he shows up, all for a love you aren’t certain about?”
“I am certain about Phil!” I lashed out. “You probably don’t know how it feels since all you do is answer to my father like a bloody dog.”
Pain crossed his features, but before I could apologize, he’d walked out, closing the door behind him.
Alone with my hurt, I lay face down, crying into the sheets until there were no tears left to shed. I knew my father. Phil was very disposable to him. Nothing would be done.
But what could be so important to Andre that was currently in my father’s possession?
I must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next time I opened my eyes, it was dark outside, and the chirping of crickets reverberated around the space. Climbing out of the bed, I grabbed a leather jacket from the chair propped by the desk and put it on.
I knew some of the pack’s soldiers were probably at the door, per the instructions of my father. But there was one thing he didn’t know about me.
I never went the regular route. He should have learned that when I picked bike riding over playing house and dolls.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed my formal dress up and walked to the window, throwing myself out of it.
If my father wasn’t going to do anything about Andre, I would.
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