Running Away With The Lycan’s heir

CLARA'S POV Lightning struck, blood flowed, the rain fell and screams sounded. I can still remember that night my father, the beta of the pack, was accused of a crime that he knew nothing about. "You killed the former Lycan of my pack, didn't you? You murderer," the new Lycan shot a sneer at my father with a frown hanging on his face while I flipped myself into my mother's arms, shivering with fear. "I didn't do it, I didn't kill the Alpha and you knew it. I saw you that night slipping that poison in his wine but here you are trying to force a crime I didn't commit in my face?" my brave father shot back at him while I continued to shiver absently. " But why would he want to frame my dad for a crime that he didn't commit," I thought as fresh tears dropped down gradually from my eyes. "How dare you?” the Lycan thundered, extremely provoked by his words. He took out his dagger from his pocket. Immediately my mom saw this, she ran over to the Alpha and knelt with tears falling from her eyes. "Please don't kill him, he is very sorry for whatever he said against you," my mother pleaded, as tears dropped down from her eyes, but the Cruel Lycan would not listen to a word that she said. "The fact is that I do not even care what anybody says but the idea of you claiming that I killed my own father when I did not, has earned my wrath and you will pay for it," he thundered at my father. "Stab," the Lycan king ran the dagger through my father's heart at once, making my mom scream out with pain seeing my dad lying lifeless on the floor. I stared at my dad bleeding on the floor and I shuddered with tears gradually dropping down from my eyes. "No! no!" I yelled out in pain, rolling on the floor. I went over to him and cried my eyes out and then at the Lycan, but there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes. "Moreover, remember you are banished. I can't have you in this pack after all the crimes that this beast of a beta has committed," he announced. At the sound of this, my mother stared at him speechless and tears gradually trekked down from her eyes. "But what have we done to deserve this?" my mother asked calmly, but I knew that she was burning the inside of her with her heart already tearing apart into a million pieces. "You don't have to do anything. This fool lying on the floor has done enough already." Seeing that the Alpha was firm in his decision, my mom began to scream at the top of her voice, knowing fully well that our chances of surviving in another pack were very low. "Please don't do this to us, please. You know we are innocent," my mom pleaded, but the Alpha held a strong face. His mind was certainly made up. "Take them away," he growled, staring angrily at the guards. At once, the guards came over to us, throwing us out of the pack I had known since I was born.. *** Well, that was over five years ago. Now, I am over eighteen and still haven’t gotten passed that night. My mom got married to another Werewolf over a year ago and he has been a terror in my life. Beating me at the slightest opportunity and even trying to take advantage of me, but my mom would not believe any of this because he always behaved like a saint around her and she thought that I had not accepted him into the family yet, hence the reason why I was making things up. "Sighs." We lived in a settlement of wolves and humans since no pack was going to accept us because they were scared of the Alpha of my pack. That morning, I held on to the picture of my father as tears gradually flowed down from my eyes. "I will never forgive you, Lycan, for killing my father in cold blood and after everything you have done to my family, never," I glared at the picture with a trace of hate and anger in my voice. While I continued to stare at the image before me, the door parted open and I looked up immediately and saw my mom walking gradually toward me. "Good morning mom," I greeted her quickly, tossing the picture under the bed so that I would not hurt her seeing my dad again and the cruel way that he was murdered. My mom stared into my eyes and I knew that something was wrong. "What is wrong mom," I inquired. "I will have to leave home for some time for some business trip," she said to me, and my jaw dropped immediately at the sound of the word. I could not be alone with that wicked man of a stepfather, he was going to make out a living hell of my life," I thought as fresh tears poured down from my eyes. "No mum, I will come along with you, I can't be alone in this place," I sobbed before her as more tears poured down from her eyes. "You won't be alone dear, your stepfather will always be here by your side," she tried to assure me, but I no longer listened to anything she was saying. "I have had enough, mum, I don't want any stepfather. How many times do I have to say that he is evil but you just would not believe me because he always behaves like a saint, When you are around," I poured out with impatience, but I seemed to have steered up her anger as she shot a deadly glare at me. "That's just enough of you too, I don't know why you hate him so much when we have already talked about this countless times," she fired angrily at me and walked out of the place, leaving me in a disheartened state. I placed my hands on my palms and wept out my eyes. Then, the door parted open again, I opened my eyes quickly to see who it was, hoping it was my mother, and discovered that it was my stepfather, standing right over me with a dark smile hanging on his face. But his presence only made me angry and I twisted my face with hate and anger. "Don't you have respect for your stepdaddy?" he said to me, with a very devious look in his eyes. "What are you planning to do?" I yelled at him but he would not listen to a word that I had to say, he continued to draw closer to me. "Give you a red eye for trying to report me to your mom," he noted. I could already feel my heart beating hard against my chest as though it was going to burst through and cold shivers ran down my spine. "Mom," I yelled at the top of my voice, making a burst of dark laughter escape from his mouth. "Don't worry, she is too far away to even know what is happening here," he said, shooting a deadly glare at me.