Being The Alpha's Obsession

Chapter 2: Shocking Revelation

I leaned against the wall, panting heavily from the beating I had just gotten from my so-called family.

“You need to go dress that wound on your back like you always do. We can't afford to have Xavier come pick you up like this.” She sounded happy as she spoke and I wondered what it was that they had planned. Who was Xavier? And why is he coming to get me?

Seeing the confused look on my face, my father leaned forward holding my chin up so I could face him. He tightened his grip on my jaw, digging his fingers inside my skin till It bled.

“You'll be such a good girl when you finally arrive at the Northridge pack….”

“Northridge pack?” I muttered the courage to ask my father. “What will I be doing there father?”

Lycril's shrill voice rang out, echoing around the hallway. “Your father and I are planning something huge for you, Freya. And I bet you'll love it. I mean you have no choice.”

My heart was pounding in fear already as I waited for more details of whatever they might have talked about.

“You're going to the Northridge pack in the next few hours, Freya. You're going to serve the alpha and he has paid quite an amount already….”

My heart sank as I listened to my father. Gasping in disbelief, I took time to stare at everyone in the room and they all had a smirk on their faces.

Have they been planning this all along? To send me off like some cheap thing? Like a piece of trash?

I couldn't believe what I just heard. I couldn't believe my own father had done this to me, to his own daughter.

My face fell on Lycril who seemed to be the one enjoying this drama the most.

“You agreed to this too? For me to go to the Northridge pack and serve the alpha?” I cried hurtfully. My heart was hurt; it was in pain, I was in pain, and there was no remedy to soothe it.

I bit my lower lips as Lycril grinned triumphantly at me. What an evil b***h! I cursed under my breath.

“You should be glad I accept that you work for him, Freya,” My father's cold voice came, sizing me up. “Many girls would have killed to have this opportunity.” I didn't fail to notice the mockery in his voice.

The Northridge pack? The Alpha? Alpha with the nine lives like he was always called? The same man who has single-handedly battled and killed a hundred rogues in a ferocious battle with just his bare hands? This is the same man he is sending me off to? How cruel could my father be?

Lycril interrupted my thoughts, “Why do you look like you've seen a ghost, Freya? Oh common, I get what you might be thinking. He isn't so scary, as people have said. He's just…you know, strict…”

Strict? What the hell was she freaking saying? The Alpha of the North Ridge pack isn't someone to be messed with.

He is the ruler of the most powerful pack of the North Zone known for his Fighting prowess and unforgiving spirit.

Rumour has it that he was a bloodsucking motherf*ker who would kill his rivals and enemies by cutting their bodies into pieces while they were still alive and burying them in different places on the earth. This same monster is who my father wants me to serve.

I fell on my face, banging my head on the floor, as my body convulsed uncontrollably due to my sobs that had broken into tears, pleading with all my might… “Please, Father, I beg you, I won't cause you any more trouble; please don't send me to the Northridge pack, please….”

I crawled, my body dripping with blood from the lashes I had received. I fell face flat holding Lycril's leg. “Please, Mother, don't let Father send me away. Please, beg him, please.”

“Begging won't solve anything, Freya. The deed is done already. Just get ready to leave in a few hours.” She said, dismissing me.

With the tears still running down my face, I looked up to behold her face which had a sly smile on it. “Mother, please say something else, don't do this to me…” I whispered painfully.

“Stay away from her…” My father pushed me away, hitting my stomach with his heavy boots. I let the tears roll down my cheeks. I quickly retreated, and sat in a corner, holding my tattered cloth to my bosom, my whole body shaking from fear and pain.

“Father please…” I cowered, cradling my head in my arms as my father approached, still with a whip in his hands. I was expecting him to land me another shot, but instead,, he crouched and grabbed my neck, shoving my head backwards.

“IF YOU BEG ME ONE MORE TIME, I'LL WHIP YOU TILL YOU CAN BARELY TALK.”

He screamed at me and pushed me, hitting my head on the oil-painted wall. I felt like my life flashed right before my eyes and my breath was being knocked out of me. Not even water had touched my lips, yet I had to bear all the tortious acts of my father with my weak, frail body.

Holding tight on to the door knob, I pulled myself up making my way towards the kitchen where I always slept. That was my little room! The image of my mother's ever-smiling face came to my mind. I knew I wouldn't be in this situation if she were alive.

I used to be my father's beloved daughter, the apple of his eyes and the joy in his heart but everything changed when Lycril came with her two children.

“Make sure to wipe those silly tears off your face. You can't have our guests thinking otherwise of us.” Lycril's voice was firm and condescending.

That was it. That was all she cared about and I wondered if she would have acted the same if it was Amanda in my shoes, if it was her own beloved daughter being sold to him– To that monster.