Bettina’s POV cont’d
I’ll have to get ahold of Rebecca. I’ll have her bind her powers again, and that abomination of a wolf. Then when she’s pathetic as a human I’ll take my time in tormenting her. Maybe I’ll give her to my husband. He wasn’t her real father, after all, she was from a one–night stand with a random Day–walking
Vampire at a bar two towns over. He’s been staring at her since she grew her breasts in at thirteen.
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I remember seeing my husband walking up the stairs to the third floor one night, I didn’t think anything of it at first. Then I noticed he did it a lot, always at night when we were all supposed to be asleep. So I followed him, he had left the door open to the sluts room, and there she was laying in the moonlight, her shirt up to her neck showing her breasts, the blanket at her waist. The whore.
He was standing over her his back to me, his pants around his knees. He was grabbing his balls and jerking himself off while looking at her. The slut was seducing my husband. Like those other whores had. That’s why I had my affairs, it was one that got me pregnant with that mistake, that bitch. One night I
was so pissed off at both of them I decided to drug his alcohol with an aphrodisiac.
I got him so worked up, then I turned him away from me. It hadn’t been long till he couldn’t take it anymore and went to the third floor. I followed, I thought I would get my revenge on both of them that night. I would watch him rape the little bitch and I would hold it over both of them. I would use it against him, he didn’t know she wasn’t his daughter. I could torment him for ages with that.
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Besides, while Rebecca was working at the Pack Clinic, she magicked a sample of Alora’s real father’s blood on file, taking the place of Allister’s. So if his blood was tested it would show him as the father. I had gotten to the door that night, it was open. He had had her on her back holding her down as she begged him to stop, like she really wanted him to, the slut.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten too far before that abomination of a wolf took over and struck at him. If I hadn’t taken her desk chair to the back of her wolf and knocked her to the floor she would have killed him. Fortunately, Allister had passed out from blood loss and the drugged Alcohol he didn’t know
my part in that night.
She didn’t either because she never saw me when I knocked her away from Allister with that chair, it had knocked her out for a moment at least. Long enough for me to drag Allister out of there and to his spot in bed. The bitch had escaped that night, she had started to lock her door after that. It wasn’t long though before Allister had a key made so he could get back to his perverted habit, until she started to put the chair under the knob.
Some nights he was out fucking some slut in a bar ally way. He always stank of the whores juices when he came back, it was sickening. Sometimes he would force himself on me still covered in them. Those were the nights I would take a whip to that wretch if she was still in the basement. Or I would find a
reason to take her down there the next morning.
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I was taken out of my thought when the Alpha spoke to us again, damn that wretch for this! “Now,” the Alpha growls. “There is something I want to know and one of you two WILL tell me,” he demands in a tone we can’t disobey, we didn’t have the power to. “Why have the Frost’s and the Northmountain’s bred and mated with only another blond hair and blue–eyed wolf these last ten generations.” No! We’re not supposed to tell.
It’s banishment from the clan to tell, I try to fight it, tried to stay silent. It was Allister, the weakling, who caved first. “There was a prophecy made saying to a tenth generation couple of a Northmountain and Frost with blond hair and blue eyes, a pup will be born with the power to be an Alpha of Alpha’s,” he
said.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
