"Worried sick? "I forcefully smiled, "I thought you stood me up at our wedding because Victoria called at the last moment."
"Lianna, she was attacked by rogues. What was I supposed to do? Ignore her because you wanted a white dress and flowers?" He leaned closer to me and offered a hypocritical explanation.
"She was the one attacked? "
"She is your sister and yet you are so heartless…Why can’t you learn from Victoria huh? " he pressed, frustrated. "She was worried about you even while she was injured. She kept asking if you were alright but the first thing you do is complain. "
"This is why your father is tired, Lianna. He asked me what happened to the daughter he raised. Why she keeps pushing everyone away.
No matter how much I spoil you, the pack will always be above your petty tantrums so don’t ruin my mood. "
This was the man who had once covered the bruises from my father with trembling hands.
The same man who held me the night my mother died, when my father brought his mistress and illegitimate daughter home before mom’s body was even cold.
And now he used my secrets to collude and stab a dagger in my back.
He stepped closer gently coaxing me, as if I were a child throwing a fit.