My cheek stings from the harsh slap my father gave me, his fury clear as day in the way his eyes stare at me. I glare back at him, wanting nothing more than to kill the bastard in front of me and end his sorry excuse of a life.
"You're a filthy b***h!" He screams out, spittle flying from his lips as he seethes in anger. I scoff, pressing a hand against my throbbing cheek to help calm the pain. This isn't the first time he has called me something derogative.
"No I'm not." I state, smirking as I look into his eyes.
"I won The Run and the bet without being mated." I continue with a chuckle, watching the fury in his eyes grow. I can tell I have pushed him to the edge as he clenches and unclenches his hands.
"No, you're a slut that kept Amelia away from that wolf." He counters, hi
