The Alpha's wayward daughter

Daddy to the Rescue

Well, that was definitely not what I expected. They hadn't even left the basement to make the call to my i***t father, but yet somehow, I heard his booming voice barking orders outside. How the f**k did he find me here?

The stairs creaked as the sounds of war erupted into the room. Battle cries could be heard on both sides of the playing field, indicating that this was a pretty violent encounter I was missing out on. How dissapointing. Sure enough, the first face I see coming from the shadow of the stairwell is dear old daddy, coming to the rescue.

"Come to play the big hero? Bastard, how could you get me dragged into your bullshit!"

"Silence! I haven't asked you to speak." said my father.

"You should listen little princess, let the big boys play now and you just mind your tongue." spoke my captor.

"Alright enough with the princess s**t, its infuriating, and mind my tongue? Ha, mind your head before you lose it. It's a good thing this isn't the 1920's and you can't tell me when to speak. You two can d**k fight all day, but guess what, mine's clearly bigger because I don't put my' packs safety at risk simply because I'm f*****g greedy, and I don't kidnap and beat women just because I can't keep hold of my own goods. Get over it. You two can b***h it out like a couple of girls all you want, but let me go so I can go f*****g home!" I boomed, Jade giving me the extra oomph in my tone.

"Well, well, well, maybe you should be in charge of leading the pack after all, you certainly are more to fear than your father." he continued on.

"Wouldn't you like to see me in a dominating role? Are we done here because you can untie me anytime, lover boy, I'm not into Stockholm roleplay, or you in general, soooo I am out of time for this bullshit."

He made short work of untying me, releasing me from my chair. I was so pissed at the two of them and their bullshit that I didn't bother to mutter a thank you for the reprieve, let alone look in my father's general direction. Neither of them were worth my time. I just wanted to get the f**k out of here, not to mention I had a killer headache I was dying to deal with. I sidestepped my father and headed for the stairs when a hand caught me by the arm.

"Allow me my lady," the man who once seemed menacing and cruel seemed more warm and genuine as he handed me a cool smooth bottle with a strange murky liquid inside. "The potion, the one your father wanted so badly. This will cure all of your injuries and discomforts in a matter of minutes. It was developed for more severe uses but it is the least I could do after putting you through the disaster of today."

"Well, bottoms up it is then." I dropped the liquid to the back of my throat like the many shots I'd done before. It hit like a freight train as my body buzzed all over with warmth and my wolf shivered approvingly. All my injuries, as promised, began to instantly fade away. "Thanks doll. Much obliged" and on that note, I took off up the stairs and out into the cool air.

Guess time passes more quickly when you are under ground and you're in a tense situation because it was already becoming nighttime and the air was damp with the dew yet to come. Scattered around the ground were injured wolves on both sides of the pack, some still arguing but most tending to their wounded. Part of me felt a tang of regret about leaving my dad down there with these assholes, but then I remembered he let those same assholes kidnap me all for his f*****g greed. So f**k him.

I snagged my school bag from against the side of a car. I can only assume it was the one they brought me in. Digging through in search of my cell phone, I heard its familiar ping.

Shit

17 missed calls

32 missed text messages

And all from Sky. She is probably freaking out right about now. I didn't mean for her to also get unintentionally dragged down the worry train of my fathers dumb bullshit.

Ring. Ring. Ring

Voicemail, of course. She probably thinks I'm pissed at her.

"Hey babe, it's me. I promise I wasn't ignoring you. I casually got kidnapped by some jackasses because my father decided to take something of theirs. I don't know it was all so weird, but I am totally fine and I am headed home. Love you."

Welp, nothing more I can do on that front, but at least I can go home and take a damn nap, which is what I wanted to do in the first place before all this stupid drama. Why do I care what happens to him?