The Bully Alpha's Defiant Slave

Chapter 3

Sandi

I don't know how long I had been lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling with thoughts of werewolves running through my head, when I was pulled back to the present by the sound of my Mom's voice.

"Sandi, dinner," my mother called out.

I sat up quickly and climbed off my bed.

Walking to the bedroom door, I exited my bedroom and made my way into the kitchen. The smell of chicken and bacon lasagna was teasing my nostrils. The delicious aroma filling the kitchen. I walked into the dining room and took a seat at the table. My eyes immediately went to the baking dish proudly placed in the middle of the table, that was full of my mother's delicious lasagna. There was also a tray of cheese and bacon garlic bread in the center of the table beside the lasagna.

My mother immediately began serving up the lasagna and garlic bread onto plates. I watched as my father picked up a slice of the garlic bread, and began shoveling it into his mouth the moment my mother placed the plate in front of him.

"Slow down. Wait for the rest of us to at least have our plates in front of us," my mother scolded him.

"I can't help it. Your cooking is just too good," my father told her as he continued eating.

"Be that as it may, it would be nice if you could wait until we all have our food in front of us before you begin eating," my mother told him, looking at him disapprovingly.

My father ignored her and continued shoveling garlic bread into his mouth. My mother watched him with a look of dismay upon her face. She handed me my plate and began serving up her own plate. My father picked up his fork and began greedily eating his lasagna. As he chewed he watched my mother intently.

I watched my mother for a minute as my father eagerly watched my mother, then I picked up my fork and began eating my food. As I ate, my father said, "So, not long now until you graduate. Are you getting excited to finally be done with high school?"

"Yeah I guess," I replied.

The moment I said it, my mind conjured up an image of a werewolf with a blood-covered snout and fangs, and eyes filled with hatred, clearly intent upon murdering me.

"You guess? Is that all you have to say on the matter? Hell, when I was your age, I couldn't wait until graduation. I hated school. There was nothing worse than being confined to a classroom for eight hours of the day," my father stated, shuddering at what he clearly classed as a horrific memory.

"Hmm," I replied.

"Hmm? What is with you tonight girlie?" my father asked.

I looked at him and saw that he was looking at me with a look that I knew all too well. It was a look he gave me all the time. He would look at me like I was this incredibly complicated and complex puzzle that he just couldn't figure out.

"Nothing. I guess I am just tired. It has been a big year with exams and what not...," I trailed off, shrugging like what I had just said was no big deal.

"Oh, the life of the young. So hard and tiring," he muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, Jackson, would you just leave her be?" my mother said, looking at my father and shaking her head, a look of disappointment upon her face.

My father looked at her for a moment and I could see that my mother's admonishment had worked, as he dropped his gaze to his plate and didn't say another word.

We finished eating our meal in silence. Throughout the meal, I found myself wondering what my parents would say if they knew about the werewolves? Or, if they knew that in just a few days, there was a possibility that they could lose me forever?

When we had finished eating our dinner, my parents got up from the table and went into the living room, leaving me to tidy up the kitchen on my own.