Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Summer POV

2 years later.

I was standing at the edge of my bed, listening to the shouts that were coming from downstairs. My father was arguing with a man. I didn't recognize the voice of the man, but he sounded really pissed off.

My father was a hunter. He hunted werewolves, a secret I had stumbled upon when he had sold me to a cultist for $5000, telling him that I was a werewolf. That was the day my heart finally broke. Did he not love

only child? How could he sell me to be sacrificed? But then what do you expect from a man who was an alcoholic?

But fates had another plan. That night, I was saved by someone whom finally left my miserable life behind me.

don't

remember at all. God bless him. He helped me heal, and I thought I had

Somehow father hunted me down, after a tipoff from the same cultist. And before I knew it, he threatened me to come back to him else he would make sure that he would kill the man who saved me. Why the hell did I call him that night?

Father was going to give me back to that cultist, but we heard that he was caught by the police. It was a huge scandal. Father was happy, not because they were all caught, because in his words, "I can sell you again."

I stood up and walked to the door from where I could easily listen to their conversation.

"If you don't give me my money, I'm going to kill you!" the stranger shouted.

On the first thought, I wondered if I should go and save him, but I reminded myself of all the abuse from him. He was the type who would never save me in the same scenario. So I remained standing there, frozen to my spot.

"I told you I don't have it," my father replied. "I'll give it to you in a week."

"A week?" the stranger shouted. "You said that last week!"

I closed my eyes, and just as I was about to go to my bed, suddenly my father's loud voice made me jump. "Summer, get down here!"

Gods. What had I done? I didn't even know the stranger. Why was he,calling me? If I didn't go, I knew that he would drag me downstairs with my hair in his grasp. In order to prevent that humiliation, I opened the door and took one slow step at a time.

As I reached nearer, my heart raced with anxiety. I didn't know the kind of money the stranger was talking about, but I was going to offer him whatever money I had saved. We were so short on cash that even my job as a waitress in the local restaurant wasn't enough for the two of us. Every penny I earned was snatched by my father. He used every penny from me for cigarettes and beer. I had saved a few dollars, because when I had enough, I was going to run away from him, and disappear in this vast sea of humans.

Ever since my mom died when I was barely ten years old, he had pulled I me out of school. That basically summed up my life.

I entered the living room and stopped in the doorway. My dad looked at me with anger in his eyes. Did he want me to fetch something for them? We didn't have anything apart from tap water.

I peered at the man who was standing in front of my father. He had dark hair that was graying at the end. He was in a much better shape-leaner, stronger, taller and muscular. Like someone from the mafia. With black hair and dark eyes, he looked like he had walked straight out of a mafia movie. Definitely the kind of man one would want to mess with. In front of him, my father looked... weathered. He had a pot belly, his hair was receding, and he reeked of alcohol.

Pulling my sleeves down to hide the bruises he had given me two nights ago when I had come late from my shift, I stepped cautiously toward him. When I stopped next to him, he looked at me with soft eyes. It was the first time he had looked at me so softly ever since my mom died. My lips curled up in a small smile at his affectionate gesture.

He turned his head away to look at the stranger who was now viewing me like a hawk. "Mr. Coretti, this is my daughter, Summer," he introduced me to the stranger.

Coretti shrugged. "Does she have the money?"

My father chuckled. She is worth her weight in gold."

I blinked my eyes, not understanding what he meant.

Coretti narrowed his eyes. "Where are you going with this, McKeever?" His fists closed on his sides and it seemed he was not happy with the introduction. Why would he be? I wasn't going to give him the money I saved to escape this hell hole.

My father pursed his lips in a thin line. Then he said, "Summer is a waitress in a local restaurant. She is very obedient and never disobeys. In fact, she is a good sub."

Sub? What was a sub? The only sub I knew was a submarine. I opened my mouth to say something, but I snapped it shut, when Coretti growled.

"Summer is great at cooking, cleaning and generally being supportive. And oh, she's got a good head on her shoulders," father continued. "She is truly submissive. You know, great for a Dom like you."

Oh, so sub meant submissive. So what was Dom?

However, father's words didn't make sense to me. The way he was praising me was shocking as hell. So pardon me if my eyes widened.

"McKeever," Coretti growled. "Oh, is she now?" He gave me a once-over. A shudder

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an down my spine and I crossed my arms across my chest.

"She's worth more than $25,000, so you're actually getting her for cho. father added, and my mouth dropped to the floor. Twenty-five thousand

dollars? So he was under that kind of debt?

My mind scrambled for words, for the thing to make sense, and when finally things made sense, I realized that my father was in such a deep mess, he was selling me to save himself. "Father..." I whispered, goosebumps rising on my skin. "What are you doing?"

Coretti rolled his eyes. "I don't want her!" he shouted. "I want my money, Mckeever!"

My father sighed. "Look, you can use her any way you like. Housekeeper, sub, slave? She will do everything. She can work for you for a while until I have enough money to release her from you." When Coretti didn't say anything, and I still stared at him, he added, "I could've sold her at a higher price. Just the other night, another man came here for her. But I chased him away saying that she isn't worth $10,000 only."

When the shock of what he said sank inside me, I gasped. Did he think that I was so stupid to this that he would come to save me? No, he was selling me off. No, no. This was just a stupid dream. I pinched myself on the forearm to wake up from the nightmare, but things only got worse.

"Mckeever," Coretti said. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Father shrugged. "Of course," he chuckled. "She's only twenty, and she's a virgin."

Horrified, my mind went numb. What was he doing? Which father sold her daughter?

"Daddy, are you mad?" I finally muttered, mustering some courage. "You

don't go around selling

"Shut up!" he growled. "You're finally of some use."

My blood drained. He really meant it.

その

me!

"Alright," Coretti said after a tense silence. "If I take her with me, you will relinquish all your rights to her. If I see you around my house after this, I'll personally ask my people to eliminate you, and bury your body six feet under. You will never see or speak with her. Understood?"

"Understood," my father said with a smile. "She is all yours. But before you leave, you have to give me in writing that my debt is cleared."

This was not happening. Dad wasn't selling me to someone. "W-wait!" I

blurted, and the two men snapped their gazes at me. Father especially looked furious. "I-I have some money saved."

Coretti's eyebrow rose. "How much?"

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Father looked curious. "Where is it?"

"Ab-about $500," I said in a low voice. "In my cupboard."

Coretti tilted his head. "That's nothing! You're coming with me.

Tears welled in my eyes. I looked at my father who was glancing upstairs toward my room. How could he do something so despicable to his only child? Why didn't I run away from him all these years? Because I wanted to take care of him even though he was so horrible to me. Tears ran down my eyes and stepped away from him. "No, I won't go. You can't force me."

In a flash of a moment, my father was on me. He slapped me hard. I tumbled on the floor, shrieking, feeling the sting of pain on my cheek. He grabbed my hair and growled, “Like I said, you ungrateful bitch. Make yourself useful." Coretti helped me get up, and when I was in front of him, he said, "Summer, don't be pretty. Both for you and your father. Understood?"

Nodding, I trembled hard in his grasp.noveldrama

think of running away. If you try to run, I'll track you and it won't

"Go, pack your things. Don't even think of running, because if you do, you

know..." he left the

Sentence

hanging in the air.