The Lycan Slave Mate novel Chapter 2

"Are you referring to your favorite pearl bracelet that you wear to important ceremonies?" Aurora's voice suddenly broke in, and my brows furrowed with a shudder of fright rushing through me.

I instantly knew something was definitely wrong somewhere upon hearing her voice. If there was another person besides my father whom I dreaded so much, that would be Aurora.

Although she was brought into the pack as an Omega, there was something about her that sends chills down my spine each time her eyes locked with mine.

She hates me so much that all she did was to find a way to make my father hit me. Her loathing towards me seemed to be different from others, and just as everyone hated and despised me for what my birth caused, she seemed to hate me for something else, which I don't know about.

The rage that blazes in her eyes whenever she glare at me just appears so terrifying that I would always look away or find a way to leave her presence. She could be in her late thirties and I heard she was brought here a year before me. She was already becoming quite close to my father, who suddenly listens and consider her words important.

My greatest fear was my father might make her his second Luna as that would be a disaster for me. She would get all the authority to make my life more miserable. Is it really her plan to steal my father's heart and become the Luna?

But then, why does my presence stir rage and intense bitterness in her? Why is her resentment toward me engraved in the core of her heart that she never want me to have a reason to be happy? Where had I offended her?

The thought of all this made my heart race harder inside my chest in fear. It is all fishy and scary...

"Aurora, do you know the pearl bracelet whereabouts? I can't find it inside the cupboard where I kept it last night before going to visit my mate grave. Who took it? Ava?" Dad growled, calling my name at the end as the first suspect, which really panged my heart in the most painful way.

Why me?

"She was the last to leave your room last night after cleaning it. I was spying on her and clearly saw her take the bracelet away after she was done." Aurora replied, with certainty in her tone. She was stating it plainly that she saw me take the bracelet, which I didn't even see while cleaning the room.

Oh, God...

My hands became sweaty, shaking vehemently as panic coursed through me in such a rush that the ceramic cup I was holding slipped off and shattered on the floor.

What have I really done to Aurora?

Why did she come into this world to make my life more hellish than it was?

"God, why me?" I whimpered while trying to push back the sob forcing itself out of my lips. At the same time, the door of the kitchen was pushed open, causing my heart to skip a beat as I cringed.

I raised my gaze to the door and there he was.

My father was standing at the door, glaring at me with those green eyes filled with intense hatred and disgust for me.

My blood ran cold as I stared back at his face. Once again, I could see the resemblance between us and that made agony explode like bomb inside me. He was really my father, a man who should treat me as a princess.

It was scary to see him hate me this much. It won't stop breaking my heart to pieces each time he hits me. I thought parents were meant to treat their children with great care, even when others hate and bully them.

"Where did you keep my bracelet? Go and get it now! I don't have the strength to talk to you." he snorted, his voice cold and filled with resentment that I could feel in every word he spoke.

"Please... please, I didn't take... anything..." My voice was wavering; my throat was blocked with a lump from the fear spreading through me.

Not only did he suspect me at the beginning, but Aurora had also mentioned that she saw me take the bracelet and that I was the last person to leave the room. He won't believe my denial.

"You aren't just a murderer, but now a thief and a liar? Go ahead and bring it now that I am all cool so I won't hit you, but if you keep being adamant and strong-headed, I might end up chopping off your empty head!" He snarled, his threatening voice instilling more fear inside me as I froze.

For the first time, I wish I was a thief and had really stolen it. That would be better, so I will go and get it now.

But I am being accused of something I don't know a single thing about.

"Look at me, murderer!" My father yelled, his voice emphasizing the murderer he just called me so well that it hurt me differently.

He banged his fist on the counter in frustration, and that alone made my heart leap out of my chest, as I cringed so hard that I slipped and fell to the ground on my butt.

I quickly picked myself up and gathered the courage to look up at my father, who was sneering at me now, snorting in disgust at my face.

"You think I love beating you? You think it is funny to sit back and watch your life being messed up as everyone bullies and pours scorn on you. Even the low-key wolves slaps you for stepping on their toes?" He breathed, and my eyes widened at those words.