Claimed by my Alpha Prince on Christmas Eve

DAUGHTER OF A TRAITOR

SLOANE

My heart bruised against my chest as the men stared at me with a frown etched on their faces. Fear seeped into my insides.

I was in a werewolf world. There was no denying that. The energy I felt was strange, nothing like I’d ever experienced in New York.

The old man, who I presumed was the King, was the first to speak. “Sloane Sinclair, am I right?” He said in a thick Spanish accent.

I rubbed the back of my neck with my hands. “Ye-Yes…” my voice trailed off.

Silence rented the air, followed by condescending side talks.

The old man’s eyebrows drew in together. He let out a disgruntled sigh, as he exchanged glances with a middle-aged man beside him.

“I am Beta Jacob Sinclair…” the middle aged man was the first to speak.

My face lit up. “Are you—”

Beta Sinclair cut in with a low growl. “You’re the bastard my brother had in the human world, huh?” His voice dripped with a malicious tone.

My breath hitched.

Beta Sinclair continued. “Unfortunately, the Aragon pack isn’t nice to humans,” He paused, and added almost immediately. “Especially if the person is the child of a traitor,”

Confusion blossomed at the base of my skull. “Traitor?”

“Sloane, you don’t speak unless when spoken to,” Beta Sinclair’s voice was curt.

I pressed my lips together, and cussed under my breath. I wasn’t used to the dynamics surrounding this world.

‘It wasn’t like you’re not an outcast in New York,’ A voice spat in my mind.

“Your father tried to kill the Alpha King, and take his place,” Beta Jacob paced the length of the room. “The offense is punishable by death!” He said in a thick Spanish accent.

The other men grunted in agreement.

I folded my hands behind me. “Why would he want to kill the King?”

Silence.

“Are you deaf? I just said he wanted the throne for himself,”

Hmm.

I narrowed my eyes, to take in Beta Jacob’s body movement. Tensed shoulders. Quick to speak, whilst tearing down my father. He was my father’s brother. Yet, he didn’t mind saying vile things about his brother to my face.

Beta Jacob was seeing me for the first time, and he loathed me already.

“Can I see my father?” Father. This was the first time I’d ever used that word.

Beta Jacob’s lips thinned. “You have no right to ask for anything—”

“You may see your father,” The Alpha King said. “For ten minutes, while we decide your fate,”

I suppressed the raging heartbeat. “It’s more than enough time,”

Half human…half werewolf.

Got it.

Two men dressed in black shirts, black pants, and their eyes obscured by a pair of aviators walked into the chambers. They led the way out of the massive room that looked like a boardroom.

We got into the car and drove.

“Here we are,” one of the men said. I got out of the car, and headed towards a place that looked like a dungeon.

It was a dungeon.

The Christmas feeling that hung in the air died the instant I stepped into the dark cove.

Several armed warriors patrolled the environment. They looked nothing like werewolves.

“Ah!” I screamed, as one of the warriors manning a cell shifted into his wolf’s form. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when I came face to face with the enormous creature.

The warriors seemed offended by my outburst. “That’s not even an Alpha wolf, get a hold of yourself human,” One of the warriors said in a condescending manner.

“Can I see my father,” My voice was so low, it could pass for a whisper.

Ten cells later, we stopped in front of a cell at the end of the tunnel. “You have ten minutes,” the guards said, and walked away.

I heaved.

What was the first thing to do, when I met my father for the first time in my life? Well, I just stood right in front of the metallic door. I shifted my mind from the heaviness in the air, and wondered how oxygen got into his cell.

“Sloane…” A weak voice called from inside. My chest tightened.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

He pushed his hand through the small opening on the door. “Its good to see you…after so long,” he chuckled. “I’m so sorry our first meeting is like this,”

I smiled.

“What happened?” I went straight to the point. Blame it on being forced to numb my emotions all my life.

“I was framed…” His voice trailed off. “And the offense is punishable by death,” My father sounded both scared and sincere.

My lips thinned. “Framed by who?”

“It’s not important right now,” he began, “What’s important is that you’re here. I thought it was best you knew your other roots. You’re not just a human, you’re of two worlds,”

That was a curse to me.

“I’m sorry, Sloane. I’m sorry,” He waved his hands, and my eyes turned bleary when I saw the bruises on it. “I wanted to be there when you shifted for the first time. That’s why I asked your mother to send you back to Aragon. I didn’t know it would be like this,”

“Beta Jacob framed you, so he could become Beta?” That was my best guess.

No response.

“Don’t worry about that my child. Wh—”

“Times up,” The warrior spat.

“I’ll be back, I promise…” He reached for my hands, and squeezed them, a sigh of relief entered my ears.

The warriors led me back to the pack house, and straight to the chambers. As expected, the Alpha King, and his other men were waiting for me.

“I’m sure you’ve seen that deadbeat loser you call a father,”

I smirked. “I’ll excuse your excesses…for now,”

Beta Jacob nose flared. “Did you just speak to me like that! You’re just like your father, perhaps he brought you here to finish what he started,”

Emotional tantrums. Typical of suspects.

I dug my ID from my pocket, and raised it midair. “Attorney Sloane Sinclair,” Much better than being a Carrington. “Can I see my fathers case file, I’d like to take this case,”

Beta Jacob chuckled dryly. “Little niece, Aragon pack has her rules,” He breathed, “And we follow it thoroughly,”

“We could always make an exception,” Blood roared at the back of my ears. “I want to seek a judicial redress for the former Beta,” I said out loud, silencing the voice of raging disbelief in my mind.

The old Alpha cleared his throat. “Young lady, you can’t come into my pack from the world of the infidels, and tell us what to do,” His tone was etched in anger. “This is my verdict. First thing tomorrow, you’ll be executed—”

“Nothing of the sort would happen to my mate,” A familiar drawl rolled over my body.

I slowly spun around in my heels. Nothing, absolutely nothing on earth prepared me for what happened next.

A few meters away from me, was a staggering six foot plus man. He inched closer to me, and wrapped his hands around me. “I see you’ve met my mate, father,” His emerald eyes bore a deep hole into mine. Then he winked.

Father.

My heart sank under the weight of my shock in that instant. It was the same man from the airport.