The Lycan Prince’s Bride

Filthy Outsider

{Melody’s POV}

I looked over to the man before me, his eyes were pale blue, and his hair a dark brown, it was shaved on the sides and longer on top. His skin was tanned, and the prickling hairs of his stubble stuck out across his face. He was muscular, had a bulky build, and he was tall.. so tall, standing at probably about 6’10. I stared up at him, my eyes wide as I felt something deep inside me stir. I didn’t understand what it was, but it felt like something pulling me closer to him. I bit my bottom lip nervously as I felt it, before looking up into his eyes. “I-I’m sorry.. for my behavior as a child..” I said softly.. before turning to my father. “D-Dad, could you help me get my things up to my room?” I asked, pointing to my suitcases. Trying to quickly get away from the man beside me. This feeling in my stomach was unnerving, and I couldn’t do anything but either stare at him, or try to avoid looking at him. If I were stuck in this room for much longer I’m not even sure what I would do.

“Of course Melody!” He smiled, walking over and grabbing up all of the bags. He packed them up, leading me to my old bedroom. Stepping inside the room I grew up in, memories flooded back through me as though I were watching a film. The days I’d spent here in my bay window curled up with a book, watching the leaves fall from the trees, or the other kids skipping rocks down at the lake. I missed the quiet, the serenity, and simpleness of it all. How I’d managed to become a city girl after growing up in an enchanting place like this I’ll never quite understand. Dad hadn’t changed a thing in here, it was still just the same. Even the photograph of me and mom sat on the nightstand. Everything was clean, and organized just the way I left it.

“I didn’t have the heart to move a thing in here after your mom passed.. I kept everything exactly the same..” Dad said, looking over to me. He was watching my reactions, as if trying to see if I’d be okay, or fall apart. I suppose he doesn’t know me well enough to know that my emotions are something I strive to keep inside. I especially don’t want to bother him now, I just got home, this should be a time for celebration, not sadness.

“Thank you dad, again, for letting me stay here. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed this place.” I said, walking to his side and pulling him into a hug. “I missed you dad, and I’m so happy to be home, but if at any point you need me out of your hair, just say so!” I smiled, pulling back and looking at him.

He chuckled dryly. “I’ve had my time away from you sweetheart, I don’t think there will be a time I ever ask you to leave. Please, stay here as long as you need or want to! I’m just so glad to have you home!” He smiled at me, kissing my forehead, before turning to walk towards the door. “I’ll leave you to get settled in, dinner will be in a few hours, and if you need anything I’ll be right downstairs.” His figure disappeared from the doorframe, as I heard his footsteps trailing away down the hall.

I walked to my old bed.. a queen size four poster bed with curtains all around it, in a pale pink color. The wood of the bed was white, and across from the foot of the bed was the bay window. There was a bathroom and a walk in closet on the far wall in the room. I flopped backwards onto my bed and sighed heavily, trying to release all of the nerves I had from everything that’s happened today, when suddenly I heard a voice from the doorway.

“You really must think you’re something special, coming back here all prim and proper!” A woman sneered.

I sat up, my eyes trailing to the doorway, leaning against the frame I could see a woman, probably around my age, with bleach blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Her skin was tanned, and she was much taller than me, probably about 6’0. Her body was muscular, well toned, she was beautiful to say the least. “Hi.. I’m sorry, what was that?” I asked, looking over at her. I’m sure I’d never seen her before, and yet she spoke about me in such a negative way. Had I wronged her and somehow forgotten, I wondered to myself.

“You.. you’re just so sad to look at.. so small.. so frail.. so weak!” She snapped, stepping through the doorway. “I can’t believe that you’d have the nerve to show your face here again, coming back into our home, looking like your mother!” Her voice was cold, and bitter, high pitched, and whiny, something akin to nails on a chalk board, a voice that if you’d heard once, you’d never want to hear it again.

“I came home to see my father, and move back to my hometown. I’m not sure who you are, but I know for certain I haven’t done anything wrong.” I said, standing up, my eyes scanning over her.

She stalked towards me, her nostrils flaring, and her eyes burning into me, as he sneered down at me. “Listen here you ignorant little bi***! My mother and I are in charge here! We are Mason’s family now, and you are nothing but a filthy outsider! You have no right to be here, and yet you show up and parade about as if you own the place! I’ll drive you out of the pack house, and this pack if it’s the last thing I do! I’ve worked much too hard to impress Raphael, and I won’t lose him to a stringy, little nobody like you!” She snapped, turning on her heel and walking out of my room. Her footsteps echoing down the hall as I turned back to my bed. Pack.. pack house.. what the he** was she talking about?