Seraphine's pov
As we walked out of the throne room, I felt a hand on my shoulder and instantly turned around. It was Father.
"Seraphine," he called, his voice filled with guilt.
I immediately raised my hand and slapped it. It was more like my subconsciousness. I didn't want to hit him, but it was like I didn't own my body anymore. Immediately, my palm met his face, and he stood frozen. I was shocked for only a second, but rage took over immediately. I stared at him like he was a trashy vermin about to make me lose my mind.
"What are you doing here?" I said, staring daggers at him.
"Just let me speak to my daughter for a little while, Alpha," he bowed to Agora, asking for permission, who in turn nodded his head in approval.
"I should wait more than 5 minutes for you," he said,
