Dear Ex-Mate, I Want You Back

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Lyra's POV:

My father hated me. Most times when I was still a child I loved to think that perhaps I was just exaggerating. Perhaps he actually did love and care for me, and I was the one who did not see it that way.

But that was a lie. He hated me because I was weak. The more I grew older, and it was discovered that my wolf would never be strong, the more his hatred for me deepened.

Bethany was the perfect daughter in his eyes. And I was just a mistake, something that he had made when he was young and dumb.

Laughter emanated from the throne room as I stepped closer to it, and I gulped, wondering who my father had company with.

I opened the door, meekly making my way into the throne room as I looked at the foreign man. One look into his eyes and I felt a shudder go down my spine.

He was unattractive. His burly figure mixed with his blackened teeth was enough to scare me.

He looked at me with disgust, the same look mirrored on my father's face.

" She is all stuck and bones. No single meat in her." He said curtly, as though I was not there.

His words stung me because I knew it was true.

Once upon a time, I was very beautiful. I loved to think that men would have fallen over themselves for me. But then my stepmother came and the torments began.

What used to be luscious brown hair was now replaced with oily uneven hair, little bald patches on my head as I had either pulled too hard at it while crying in frustration most of the nights.

My voluptuous chest was now reduced to almost nothing, my milky skin blackened from spending too much time in the heat of the garden and in the kitchen cooking.

My hands were wrinkled and, right now, I could even see specks of dirt in them.

I would have frowned at myself if I had been the one.

" Oh, she will be fine. She does all the house chores perfectly and let me not get started on her cooking skills. She is the perfect housewife for you" my father said, and I was sure I had not heard right.

I turned to look at him in surprise, hoping and praying to the gods that, somehow, I had misheard him.

" I guess I could make do with someone like her. And you say she is a virgin, right?" The man asked.

I swallowed hard. This was not a problem with my hearing, this was not some incessant dream that I would eventually wake up from with sweat covering every inch of me.

This was real.

My father narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at me.

" I'm sure she has never known any man. Except if she has done something I'm not aware of?" He asked.

I swallowed even harder.

How was I supposed to explain to him the steamy night I had shared with alpha Lucian? How was I supposed to tell him that I had been a virgin, up until the time that he had pulled me in for a kiss, burying his teeth in my neck as he took off my clothes and took my virginity, right there and then on the sweet smelling sheets?

Perhaps he took my silence as an answer because he turned back to look at the man.

" I can assure you that she is as pure as the day, alpha Trent" he said.

Alpha Trent seemed to have his own doubts as he looked at me, as though he could see the secret of last night that I held closely in my chest.

" Come here!" He said, his voice gruff and sharp.

Even though I tried to move, my legs seemed to be glued to the spot as I just stared at him.

" You did not tell me she was deaf?" He asked my father.

My father turned to look at me, his eyes on stilts.

" Did you not hear the alpha! Go to him immediately!" He yelled and that was enough to get me moving towards where he sat.

Up close, he smelt like tobacco and a very bad mix of body odor and perfume.

I sucked in my breath, refusing to breathe the polluted air around him as he scrutinized me like I was some piece of market produce, turning me around with his index finger.

And just when I thought it was over, I felt his hands palm my butt, gripping it as though he wanted to yank it right out of my body.

I gasped in surprise as I jumped out of his touch, turning to look at my father to see if he would say a word, but his face remained passive, no words escaping his lips.

The man looked at me with a wolfish grin, as though my fear was something that gave him pleasure and gladdened his heart.

" Hm, she is good enough. I'm sure by the time I have her fattened up she will look better than that woman you have running around here" he said, referring to my stepmother as he laughed.

" Then it is settled. I want the piece of land documents signed before you both leave. I know you could be sneaky, and I don't want to travel all that way to meet up with you" my father said, and both of them laughed.

When I spoke up, my voice was small and hoarse.

" Father....what am I...why am I following him?" I asked him.

He turned his attention to me, looking at me with irritation as though he hated the fact that I had interrupted his merriment.

" Are you daft? Do I have to spell everything out to you? Can't you see that you are being married off to him? Keeping you locked up here is no good. You should go with him, so you can at least prove your use to this family and get me that piece of land" he said, and for the billionth time, my world came crashing down hard.