Claimed by My Ex's Alpha King Uncle

Chapter 6

Aurelia’s POV

The driver dropped me off in front of my own apartment.

I dropped my luggage on the floor, then dragged my feet toward the bed, collapsing face-first.

I exhaled deeply and picked up my phone to check my bank statements. It had been a long day, and though I hated worrying about money, I couldn’t help it.

Thankfully, the recent project bonus had reflected in my account. It was enough to pay off my apartment, so I now had a permanent home without rent. My salary as a respected lawyer covered my daily expenses.

Calling off this engagement meant going against my father and possibly cutting ties for good.

My father. Alpha Trevor of the Frost Pack.

Memories of his cruelty clawed their way back. His fists, his words, the bruises that never really faded. It all worsened after my mother’s death, and my new “mother” Jayne made sure of it.

I rolled onto my stomach.

How do I even face that monster of a sperm donor?

Memories of his cold eyes flashed in my head—the same look he always had before striking me or my mother.

Surviving him growing up was like surviving an apocalypse. I only wished my mother had survived too.

How do I tell him I want nothing to do with Axel anymore? He’d always side with Axel. Hell, he’d side with a guinea pig if it meant going against me.

As I worried about breaking the news, my phone beeped with an incoming call.

Speaking of the devil.

“What took you so long to answer?” His cold voice slithered through the speaker, sending goosebumps up my arms.

“Why are you calling me?”

“Be at the mansion tomorrow, with your husband,” he commanded, leaving no room for argument. “I’ll personally reschedule the mating ceremony during dinner.”

"But, Father…" The phone beeped again.

He hung up.

There was no way I was going to that mansion with Axel. Tomorrow, I’d face my father and tell him the truth.

****

After work, I headed straight for the mansion, dreading every step in my red bottoms.

“Why are you late? Your father’s getting upset!” Jayne, my stepmother, snapped as I entered. She had no need to hide her true self. My father wasn't in sight.

My alway sharp-tongued stepsister Julie stood beside her, arms crossed and irritation blazing in her eyes.

She sneered. “You know Dad hates seeing you in corporate attire. Do you purposely try to piss him off?”

“She never listens.” Jayne added.

I ignored them both, walking straight toward my father, my mind set. “Father, I have something to tell you.”

I was met with my father’s angry glare—the familiar dreadful glare—and another pair of eyes, staring right back at me. My blood boiled in rage.

Axel.

Why the f**k is he here?