Siren mated to the Alpha kings

Chapter 14 Humiliated

Last night, unpacking had taken all my energy, and truthfully, there were a lot of things in my closet that I knew for a fact hadn’t belonged to me back home. I made a mental note to ask Jason about it later, but until then, the maids insisted on hanging everything up because, according to them, those were their orders. None of them were willing to risk going against Jason’s word.

I looked at the clock. It was just about eleven o’clock. Daisy had been very firm when she said she’d be here at noon to pick me up.

She hadn’t actually given me a dress code, but it was a picnic, so I threw on some jeans, a long-sleeved white shirt, and my blue Converse and called it a day.

I kept my makeup light—just mascara and blush. For my hair, I let it air dry, the long waves cascading down my back.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and saw Marlo’s name. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to properly say goodbye to him.

“Hello?”

“Oh, thank goodness, Bells! How are you? I haven’t heard from you in days!” he rambled.

“I’m okay. I actually left the city,” I admitted softly.

“What? Why?”

“Yeah… turns out Jason is my father, and he has a home far from town.” I swallowed hard, hating the lie leaving my mouth. “He didn’t want me to be alone, and honestly, I didn’t want to sit in that house without Mom, so I came here temporarily to stay with him.”

“Wow, Bells… well, I’m happy you found family, but you don’t even know that guy.”

“I know. I’m keeping my guard up, but I can tell he’s a good man, Marlo.”

I could practically hear his frown through the phone.

“Just please be careful, Bells. And keep in touch with me, okay? I’m worried sick.”

I smiled softly. “I will, Marlo. Don’t worry.”

A knock echoed through my room.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you soon. Take care,” I told him before hanging up.

“Come in,” I called out.

Daisy walked in wearing a massive hat, an elegant strapless dress, heels, and enough jewelry to blind someone. Suddenly, I felt painfully out of place.

“Oh no… should I change into something—”

“No, absolutely not,” Daisy interrupted quickly, flashing a sharp smile. “I simply enjoy looking expensive. You look… acceptable. Besides, it’s far too late to change. The picnic has already begun.”

She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door before I could protest.

We walked hand in hand, though her grip around my arm was so tight it almost hurt.

The entire ride there, she barely spoke. Her silence felt heavy, irritated… almost angry.

Eventually, we stopped in front of an elegant courtyard filled with flowers in full bloom and a small pond glistening in the distance.

The women at the gathering were dressed to perfection. Designer dresses, pearls, flawless hair.

Whoops.

I had definitely misunderstood the assignment.

“You didn’t tell me it was this elegant. I can go back and change—”

“Oh, stop it,” Daisy said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “You’re the Alpha’s daughter now. People are far too busy staring at that to care about your clothes.”

The car door opened, and before I could hesitate, she yanked me out by the hand.

“Luna Daisy, I really don’t—”

Everyone was staring.

“Who’s this?” a woman with brown ringlets and a giant hat asked curiously.

“I, uh…”

“Well,” Daisy announced loudly, cutting me off, “this is Alpha Jason’s daughter.”

A chorus of gasps spread through the crowd.

“Yes, girls,” Daisy continued dramatically, “little Brielle was abandoned by her mother and dumped at a human hospital.”

Another round of horrified gasps.

“Oh, how awful,” one woman murmured.

“She didn’t want her,” Daisy said coldly. “Didn’t want the responsibility, so she simply…” She dusted off her hands mockingly. “Left her.”

My chest tightened painfully.

“Is that true?” another woman asked, staring at me like I was some tragic exhibit.

“But of course it’s true,” Daisy answered before I could speak. “She was raised by humans, after all, so do try to be patient with her manners.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“She was taken in by some lowlife drug addict,” Daisy added with a cruel little laugh. “Practically raised in a crack house.”

Tears burned behind my eyes.

“Luna Daisy, I don’t feel comfortable with you saying—”

“Oh, Brielle, don’t be sensitive,” Daisy interrupted sweetly, loud enough for everyone to hear. “We all know you’ve struggled with drugs and alcohol yourself. There’s no shame in admitting it. Trauma breeds weakness, after all.”

The women around us immediately began whispering.

“We’re simply trying to support you,” Daisy continued smugly. “Though I suppose basic social behavior wasn’t exactly taught where you came from.”

Humiliation flooded through me so fast I could barely breathe.

“Daisy, enough!”

The sharp voice sliced through the courtyard like a blade.

Another wave of gasps erupted around us.

Daisy’s expression darkened instantly, her eyes turning cold as she slowly faced me.

“You will not disrespect me in front of my pack,” she hissed. “I told you my name is Luna Daisy.”

Before I could react—

Smack.

The back of her hand cracked across my face so hard my head snapped to the side. A sharp sting exploded through my cheek, my ears ringing from the impact.

“Oh my Goddess…” the women whispered in horror, though none of them moved to help me.

Daisy leaned closer, her voice dropping into something far crueler, far more dangerous.

“Next time you forget your place and address me improperly,” she whispered, “I’ll make sure the lesson hurts far worse than that.”

My throat tightened painfully as tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Refused to give her the satisfaction.

Daisy straightened her dress calmly as if she hadn’t just struck me in front of everyone.

“Come along, ladies,” she said smoothly. “Clearly the human side of her upbringing is showing.”

A few women laughed nervously while others avoided looking at me altogether.

Then Daisy turned on her heel, the entire pack following obediently behind her like shadows trailing their queen.

And just like that… I was alone.

Humiliated.

Abandoned in a place I didn’t know with people who already looked at me like I was filth.

Only one girl lingered behind for half a second. She glanced back at me, her soft eyes filled with something that almost looked like pity.

But the woman walking in front of her—her mother, I assumed—grabbed her wrist sharply and forced her head forward again.

“Don’t stare,” the woman muttered coldly.

Then they disappeared too, leaving me standing there with a throbbing cheek and unshed tears burning my eyes..