Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien)

Chapter 213

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.

years old, he had pulled I me out

entered the living room and stopped in the doorway. My dad looked at me with anger in his eyes.

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,

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

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

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she

She is worth

not

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

waitress in a local restaurant. She is very obedient and never disobeys.

submarine. I opened my mouth to say something, but I snapped

is great at cooking, cleaning and generally being supportive. And oh, she's got a good head on her shoulders," father

meant submissive. So what was

praising me was shocking as hell. So

is she now?"

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spine and I crossed my

cho. father added,

under that

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,

eyes. "I don't want her!" he shouted. "I want my

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

would come to save me? No, he was selling me off. No, no. This was just a stupid dream. I pinched myself on

Coretti said. "Do you know what

course," he chuckled. "She's only twenty, and she's

What was he doing? Which father sold

you mad?" I finally

don't go around selling

"You're

blood drained. He

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