THE PARTY FOR THE KING

“Never step out of this room, understand?!” Beta Ryan slammed the door shut after dragging his own daughter into a warehouse behind the pack house. He was furious when he found Abby roaming around the premises where the welcoming party for the King was being held.

Abby nodded profusely. She trembled in fear when she saw how angry her father was. She wanted him to leave, so she agreed to whatever he said and accepted all the insults that were hurled toward her.

“I don’t want to see your ugly face! Don’t ever let anyone see you or let them learn I have a daughter like you! You will ruin the chances for your sister!”

“Y- yes, father…” Abby held back her tears. She bit her lip and stared at the dust filled and dirty floor beneath her feet. Her heart ached so badly.

This was not the first time for her father to treat her like she was some trash, but of course, this wouldn’t be the last either.

“If you dare to show your ugly face and your scar again in front of everyone and embarrass your sister, I am going to beat you up and chain your legs, so you will not be able to walk out of this room again!”

“Yes, father. I understand.” Fat tears escaped her eyes, but Abby tried so hard not to let out a single sob, at least, until her father left her alone.

Today, the new werewolf king was visiting their pack as part of his duty as the new sovereign of this realm. Their pack was the ninth pack that the King visited, which meant it was the last one.

to

was his last attempt at finding her before he would resort to getting

even if they were not the King’s destined mate, the King would pick one of

had reached the age of twenty, she had not yet

step out of this room and I will break your legs, so you will not

her father’s face. Even after

Beta Ryan finally spared his daughter by leaving her alone. He slammed the door shut very

alone, Abby slumped to the floor. She hugged herself and cried her heart out. No one would

care less about that. No one would think she was beautiful with the ugly scar on her face no matter what she wore and no matter how immaculately she

She had lost count of how many times she did this. She couldn’t even remember the last

too cold and the chilly wind breezed through the gaps in the wooden walls, she heard the loud music was still in full swing in the distance, while her surroundings were very dark. No one cared enough

it. After all, this party

to see the man

throat was very sore while

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