TRIGGER WARNING: WHIPPING/ABUSE
Melody’s father’s voice thundered through the office, making her regret stepping inside even before the conversation started.
“Inexcusable! You have no permission to leave your duties and enter my office! The shame you bring to this pack by even asking to leave the grounds is unbearable!” he bellowed, his voice rattling the ornate windows behind his desk.
The Delta, seated across from her father, smirked as he thumbed through the ledgers on crop yields. Melody’s stomach twisted. She’d known the conversation wouldn’t go well, but this reaction felt harsher than she expected.
Still, she kept her head bowed, hands clasped in front of her. “It has come to my attention,” she began, her voice steady despite her nerves, “that there’s been a request for both a m
