The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Sixty Nine

Chapter Sixty Nine

Emory's POV

flashback...

"I'd rather die than to have your filthy body on me. Ever" I responded haughtily and immediately, Gilbert's eyes darkened in anger as he took a few menacing steps toward me.

"Did you just call me filthy?" Gilbert's voice rang through the packhouse, and immediately I started to regret my brave stance of a few minutes ago. I understood that tone so much. That was the tone he uses whenever he wants to punish me.

"I'm sorr…'' my words were still in my throat when I felt a hard slap hit my face until it stabbed my flesh. And another heavy blow smashed and pain exploded like a bomb of fire all through my brain. I could have sworn, my skin peeled off.

I staggered backward as my vision became blurry with unshed tears. I looked at my executioner, and it was Lucas. Of course, Lucas would never hit me so tenderly. Normally, Gilbert's breath alone sent me flying seven buildings, not to mention his slaps, kicks, and punches….fucking monster!

"Get out of this place, loser," Gilbert barked with his fist clenched and the veins in his neck popping out, he points to the exit. I walked silently towards the house exit, which was already crowded with people. I clutched the basket on my arm to my chest, head buried down to avert the condescending gaze of the other werewolves and to hide my tears from them. I didn't want to cry, but I guess my heart was way too soft. And for the umpteenth time since the demise of my parents, I missed them so f*****g much.

I refused to turn over when I felt the footsteps of someone approaching me. I increased my walking pace, silently praying that whoever it was doesn't catch up with me. I might not be able to take more of their wickedness.