The Lycan Slave Mate novel Chapter 3

My flesh tore open with blood oozing and pouring out profusely, drowning me in a heart wrenching pain that can't be explained with words. My left hand was bloody as I clutched the cut with it, breathing heavily with no strength to scream. I could only gasp for air, staring into the eyes of the devil I had as a father.

His eyes were still cold with no trace of pity.-

"Don't you know you deserve more than this?" He bellowed as he stood upright since he had been crouching all this time.

I heard his question, but it was faint in my ears as I began to lose consciousness from loss of blood. The agony blasting through me on seeing my father attack me with a knife was the most horrific sight, and now even as I bled profusely, there was no care. He really wants me dead.

Everything was vanishing from my eyes; every sound was faint.

"Where is my bracelet? You won't still talk or should I stab your heart?" He threatened with his teeth gnashing while I stared without saying a word. My lips pressed together in a line with hot tears pouring down my eyes.

The cut from the blade was stinging and blazing like fire. so painful to bear that my heart clenched tightly.

My eyes were shutting as more blood spilled around me. How can he still ask for his bracelet?

Is this a monster or a demon? He can't be a werewolf like me. He can't be my father!

"Where is my...." His yell was cut short as the door was kicked opened so hard with someone running in.

"Alpha, I found the bracelet in your room, under your bed. It must have fallen off and slipped beneath yesterday night." A different voice said those word, shooting a sharp pang in my heart.

I was wounded by my father for nothing. Now he found out I took nothing. He found out Aurora was lying.

Tears stung my eyes and streamed down as the excruciating pain around my arm spread through my body, seizing my breath.

"Take her away and stop the bleeding." The last word I heard from my devilish father before everything blacked out.

I pray I die and never wake up to see the light again. This should please be the end of it.

Alpha Sean's POV

"Where did you find it?" I asked with a snort as I spun and took the bracelet from the pack warriors' leader, Stan.

His face was drawn and he seemed to be forcing down some sort of emotion as Ava was taken away, her blood created a red streak along.

"Like I had mentioned, Alpha, I found it beneath your bed." He responded under his breath, fixing his gaze on me while I checked the bracelet thoroughly to be sure it was really the one I was looking for.

For sure, it was it, and I couldn't help feeling my cheeks flush a bit as his eyes rested on me.

"Ava didn't steal it then. She wasn't lying." He shrugged, and then bowed before leaving. His tone and expression showed how angry and pained he felt. I was really embarrassed at how far I went without searching for it well. It was clear my hatred for Ava was beyond understanding. Why won't I hate her?

My greatest regret is being her father. Seeing her alone makes me wish she had no royal blood, so I could slit her throat. I badly want her dead because she deserves to die! There was absolutely no meaning to her being alive. She is useless.

My Luna and son are gone forever just because of her. Why would she be the one to come out alive, and those sapphire blue eyes aren't normal? There are many reasons to term her a curse. I won't stop inflicting pain on her till she takes her life.

With a deep grunt, I stamped back to my room, my head banging as the memories of the past came rushing in. Those moments when Selene was beside me as my Luna. There was no woman that could beat her in a beauty pageant with her perfect figure. Those blue eyes and oval face with heart shaped lips that were always glossed. Her blonde hair, which cascaded down to her back, and her graceful steps while walking with her golden robe.

She appeared so angelic and was the peace every man wanted. I took care of her personally all through the months she was pregnant. Every night, I massage her feet, I bathe her, and I satisfy all her cravings. Every single thing she needed was delivered to her instantly.

Words can't explain how I waited patiently for her to be put to bed and be released from the stress of pregnancy while delivering an heir to my throne. I made certain that the best doctors and nurses were present to care for her during labor, only for tragedy to strike.

That night was horrifying as her screams of pain echoed through walls and pillars. She was crying in intense pain that I couldn't bear waiting outside. I barged in to check on her myself, and that was the most terrifying scene I had ever seen.

The scene would keep flashing back every time I set my eyes on Ava, and that is why I deeply hate her from the core.

My wife was in the pool of her blood with her body convulsing in excruciating pain while she kept breathing heavily.

I saw as she kept pushing hard with all her strength, only for the baby to insist not coming out like it was sent to murder her.

"Kill the baby and save my wife!!" I had commanded, only for her to wag her head vigorously and push harder, finally forcing the baby out.