Phantom
1310 Words
I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't know when my Father's beta, Daniel approached me.
"Your Father asked me to come get you", even as he whispered his thick masculine voice startled me. At his statement, a frown graced my faced and I turned to look at Felicity who was already staring at me. The worry and question in her honeyed eyes mirrored mine.
He could have mind linked me, why did he send Daniel.
I would be entering this hall in a few minutes and Father wants to see me. Before I could ask any questions Daniel turned away. I could only hope everything was fine.
As I followed Daniel, we passed the pack hospital and left behind the pack house, the late night breeze blew my flared gown flatting it against my thighs. Something in me felt angsty, and I couldn't shake off the feel.
It was so quiet, the pack members were all in the hall waiting for their heir. My lips curled in a smile at the thought of it.
Finally, we stopped at father's office. Daniel stopped outside of the office and gestured for me to go in. I heaved a deep sighed before opening the door before me.
Father's office was at the end of the corridor, and as I approached it my palms laced with sweat. I paused for a few moments, but, knowing that he could very well hear the frantic beating of my heart I knocked at the door and waited for his reply.
"Come in", his gruff voice answered.
I turned the knob and walked in. He stood by the window staring into the night with his hands folded behind his back.
Silence stretched for a while- heavy and tense. I could feel the pulsation in my blood, I became cautious of how I swallowed and I found it hard to keep my hands still.
So I tried to focus on the rippling muscles of his arms, his tall built and his strong shoulders that remained turned away from me. His shoulders carried a burden I hoped I would be able to share one day.
He turned to me and for a split second something flashed in them , then he said "I told you to lay low", his jaw ticked.
What was he talking about. Lay low?
When had a pack heir ever laid low? Talk more of being the sole heir. It was impossible to stay low. Could I refuse to acknowledge the people I knew because he told me to stay low. It was not possible.
"I told you not to overdo it, not to outshine your brother",
I stilled, even my jittering hands stopped and my foggy mind became clear yet blank
Brother? Lucas?
His mate's son?
I was still trying to get used to him.
What was he talking about? Lucas is his stepson, how can he make him his heir when he has a biological child.
Did he wants to give the title to him?
What was wrong with him.
I would never agree to it.
I have been preparing for this my whole life. I wanted him to be proud of me- I wanted to become the heir he would be proud of, yet now he's telling me he wants Lucas as his heir. He is likely joking.
I looked at the moon outside of the window- round and big. It was white and it was time for my wolf to show it existence. I had chosen a name for her- Ivy.
But someone stood before him as a barrier between what I am and what I am destined to become- my own father.
He turned to me, his large frame obscuring my view of the moon, his demeanor had shifted- the Alpha was barely under the surface. This was the Alpha my wolf respected and the father I wanted to make proud.
Yet, at this moment my wolf saw him as a threat. Ivy was irritated, she kept pacing in my mind.
My body shuddered and goosebumps rose from my skin. I could barely hold it-her morphing. I could feel the power tingling my fingertips, and the taste in my tongue. I knew my eyes shone, but of what color I wasn't sure- blue, red or gray.
Father's eyes shone in the darkness of the office, his gray-like eyes were blank and oppressive- it reflected nothing. They didn't shine with love for me as his daughter nor as the heir he was proud of. I was nothing to him.
Those gray eyes was meant to offer me protection if not as his daughter, but as a pack member. Now, it looked at me like I was a threat, an opponent he wanted to eliminate.
I gasped and stumbled back a step.
"Dad", I stuttered out. I was his daughter. How could he look at me in such a way?
Tears glistened my eyes as did fear. He walked across the room and stood before me. I couldn't breathe with him standing so close, towering over me this way.
My wolf moved forward, wrapping me in her comforting embrace, but even as this man release his threatening aura she looked him in the eyes accepting his challenge- wanting to protect me. But, she had forgotten that he was our leader- our Alpha.
He commands and we follow.
He didn't open his mouth, his mind was enough as long as it was linked to ours.
"You shall not come out again.You will stay in the dark- in the background", he commanded, his eyes threatening Ivy to disobey. I watched as strength drained from Ivy, as she silently drifted away into the dark. Icy cold grip my bones, chipping away at them.
A shout of protest left my mouth, part a howl and half a scream, but it died before it could make it effect known.
"You will not fight nor vie again", he added expressionlessly, yet his words left behind a wound that would never heal all my life. My lower lips trembled and a tear left behind a burning trail on my cheek.
He had killed my wolf before she could be fully born. In a moment of vulnerability, I didn't see his attack coming. His clawed hand swiped down my cheek and my face swung to the left.
I collapsed heavily on the floor. My face burned and blood ran down that side of my cheek, the droplet louder than any answers I had ever gotten. The burn on my face was no where near the ache in my chest. I looked up at the stranger before me, my mouth agape and wide eyes filled with pain- anguish I had never known before.
"You shall not heal from this nor will you speak of this day", with that he turned and walked away like he hadn't just brought my life crashing down like a stack of tiles.
What had he done. Did he know the gravity of what he had done. Not only had he given me a permanent scar, he had given me a hidden one and then cutoff my way out.
I stared into space unable to make out what had just happened. I thought I was doing well, that we were doing fine. Why had this happened? I had hopes. It was meant to be a beautiful night, then why, why had it turned out this way?
Would the pack still be expecting me? Expecting a phantom to become reality.
A short hysteric laugh left my mouth, and my head shook in self mockery. What was all of this for?
He hadn't just scarred my skin; he had branded me with a lie. To the pack, I was no longer an heir. I was something broken. Something less.
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