Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
The next part of the scene I had never seen before, no one alive today had. It involved the four of them throwing my limp body into the trunk of the car and them all piling inside. They drove swiftly to an airport and loaded me onto a small private plane that flew to a waiting car near the Black Canyons.
They continued to manhandle my body as they threw me onto the floor in the back seat of another car and drove to the house that my father was using at the time. I heard Leslie say that he wished that they had more time, because he wanted to play with me some more. I even saw him fondling my breasts and his hand moving toward other areas, but Donna stopped him.
“She is a mongrel, don’t sully yourself.” Her voice sneered at me.
“Mongrel or not, she’s still a sexy woman. I would love to have my way with her.”
“Find someone less stupid.” She reached across me and slid a finger across his cheek. “There are much better choices out there.”
“Hmm, that’s true.” I was disgusted then, because the two of them started to make out and fondle each other over my unconscious body. UGH! I wanted to vomit, but I couldn’t.
They were rough with me after that. They threw me and tossed me about when we arrived at the house. When they handed me off to the warlocks that were there, I was even more abused. The warlocks threw me over their shoulders like a sack of flour, and when they got to the basement, they just threw me to the floor.
While I was laying on the floor, I saw my father come in. He stood over my body and watched me like I was some kind of specimen. He looked like he was lording over me and it just made me want to punch him.
“She doesn’t look anything like her mother, what a shame. The mother was quite beautiful. But, alas, my genes are strong and more potent, as I knew they would be. No one is better than me. I am the man that will someday rule the world, of course my genetics would beat out some piece of shit wolf. Still though, there are a few similarities to her mother. A little in the bone structure, and something a little ethereal, just like the mother had. I am glad. It will make her a worthy pawn. I can use her to seduce my enemies and to breed strong new generations of my kin. She will be very useful to me. Yes, I have so many plans and ideas already.”
Ick. What the hell. He was thinking all of that while I was still unconscious. What a sick, deranged, demented individual. How the hell did I get so unlucky as to have that man as my father? Why did he have to do that to my mother? Why did he have to ruin so many lives?
“Keep watching, Riviana, this is where things start to get interesting. This is where connections were strengthened, and bonds were sealed. But not in the way that people thought that they would be.”
I watched the scene before me, all the while my father sat there in the corner of the room, staring at my limp body. There seemed to be some ghostly image that entered the room and ran to me. He looked worried and scared.
At that moment, my body in the images started to stir and I woke up. I looked around me, confused as to what was going on.
“Riviana!” Joaquin called out to me and I saw myself turn to look in the direction of the voice but there was nothing there for my body to see. Joaquin was invisible to her, or rather me. “I’ll find you, please hang in there.. I’m sorry, Little Bunny.”
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Riviana
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“I’ll find you, please hang in there. I’m sorry, Little Bunny.” After Joaquin’s words, I saw that my body was coming too even more. I was trying to find out where I was and what was around me. And it was at that moment that my father chose to speak.
“Finally, you’re awake.” He spoke from the shadows, his voice was ominous, deep and smooth, it was something that I had heard prior to that night so I remembered that I had recognized it from that dream I had.
“Who are you?” I demanded from the dark corner.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Riviana.” My father stepped forward, out of the shadow and into the dim light. He was tall with hair that was as white as snow even though he looked no older than thirty. His face was long and full of angular lines. His complexion, which looked like moonlight, and his bright blue eyes were exactly the same as mine. That was the first moment that made me think this man was someone more than I expected.
“Who are you?”
“You’ve been asleep for several hours, how are you feeling?” My father feigned a worried look.
“Stop ignoring me.” I shouted at him. He smirked, looking at me with an odd expression. It was calm but it also looked frightening.
“You don’t want my full attention yet, child, so be careful what you ask for.”
“What do you want with me?”
“I was bringing you home, child, back to where you belong.”
“Home? What do you mean home? I don’t belong here. I was born in the pack, that’s where I belong.” I spat the words at him angrily.
“You may have been born there, Riviana, but that’s not where you belong. I’m certain you know that as well as I do.” His words were cutting deep, hitting me hard where I had always felt the most insecure.
“No, I belong with the pack. I am the Luna. I have a mate. I belong there, with my pack, and with my mate.” I was trying to make myself believe that more than him.
“A mate who doesn’t love you? A mate who doesn’t want you? Are you certain you’re even compatible? Could you really be mated with him?” He spoke in a calm, even voice but his words were sharp and biting.
“Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re wrong. I don’t belong here, I belong with my pack, with my mate.” I screamed at him.
“We will see about that.” He seemed to hum. “If he comes for you, then you belong with him and the pack. But if he doesn’t, then you belong here, with your father.”
“My father?” I gasped.
“I have been waiting for you, child. All these years I have been waiting for you to return to me.”
“You can’t be my father.” I scoffed at him.
“You wound me. Why would you deny me, my own daughter? I have finally found you after you were stolen away from me. I have never been given the chance to be part of your life, and when I finally find you, you deny me.” The fake sense of hurt in his voice was frightening, it was like every emotion he had was fake. I knew now that this man didn’t actually feel emotions at all.
“How could you be my father? You look like you’re thirty, at most, that would have made you nothing but a child when I was conceived.”
