AMARIS
The whole pack had gathered in the courtyard like it was some kind of festival and I stood in the center wearing nothing but bruises and shame while my father circled me with his belt already drawn.
"Please," I choked out through split lips, my hands trying to cover myself but there were too many parts exposed and not enough hands. "I am your daughter."
Alpha Larry Storme stopped circling and looked at me like I had said something funny, his mouth twisting into something that might have been a smile on a different man. "You are a bastard," he corrected, his voice carrying across the silent crowd. "Your mother was a whore who spread her legs in my drunken moment and you are the mistake that crawled out."
