The driver pulled to a stop when we got to the Beta's residence—my home.
I took a deep breath before I exited the driver's car.
"Please, can you wait for me? I'll be back in a jiffy. I'll pay you well, I promise. Just… wait," I let out in a hurry, due to the jumble of nerves racking through me.
He hesitated, then nodded. "Okay," he said, although I couldn't help but notice the uncertainty in his tone. But that aside, I was genuinely baffled by how kind he was.
I decided to myself that I would give him a good amount of cash for his patience tonight.
Before thinking too much, I rushed inside the house. I got past security easily because I knew my way in and out of the place. I moved further inside the building until I was standing in front of my window.
Usually, I used my claws to climb through the walls when I wanted to sneak out or in.
Remembering I now had a wolf, I tried to reach for that pull again so I could retract my claws. But nothing happened.
After many fruitless attempts, I gave up on using my wolf and simply turned to the treehouse opposite my room window.
Because I had my wolf before I made my dad build me a treehouse, I didn't bother with stairs.
And now that I had been restricted from accessing my wolf, I couldn't help but regret the decision of adding no stairs.
Still, I couldn't give up now. I slowly began my climb, but I ended up sliding down whenever I moved an inch higher from the floor.
I grunted before abandoning that too.
"I hate this! I hate this so much!" I hissed out in frustration.
I shifted my gaze in the direction of the main entrance.
I guess I have to use the front door after all, I thought to myself.
I began to make my way toward the door. I hadn't taken more than three steps forward when I noticed something resting against the wall.
A ladder.
I let out a relieved sigh. Who would have thought I would ever be this relieved to see a ladder?
I didn't even bother to think about why we had a ladder in our house. I made my way toward it to move it to the window, but it wouldn't budge.
Oh, come on, I groaned.
I tried even harder, employing all the strength I could muster. Slowly, the ladder began to move.
Damn, I hadn't been wrong to call Sansa a weakling after all, I couldn't help but think to myself.
And just then, the ladder became even heavier, refusing to budge no matter the strength I employed to move it.
I groaned, letting go of it momentarily to catch my breath. I froze when I noticed the moon's reflection on the window.
I whipped my head to the sky, where it was shining forth, and I scoffed.
"Seriously? Because I called Sansa a weakling, you are making me suffer? How is that a crime if I'm not wrong? I mean, see for yourself… I can't even lift a damn ladder in her body."
I turned to move the ladder to prove my point, and surprisingly, it moved effortlessly this time around.
I quickly moved the ladder to the window, not bothering to enunciate my next thoughts because if I did, the Moon Goddess wouldn't like it, and I wouldn't be able to proceed with my plans if she did something worse like; shred the ladder into pieces.
Once I had successfully climbed the ladder to my window, I slipped inside. Without wasting time, I immediately went for my luggage.
I placed it on the floor of my walk-in closet, then I started grabbing all my designer bags and shoving them inside the luggage.
I went for those first because they could fetch a small fortune if I needed them.
The next thing I went for was my savings and credit cards. Next came my clothes—stuff I could wear and maybe style to look better than I do now.
I tossed in some hair products to tame the mess on my head, then grabbed a few pairs of shoes. By the time I finished, the bag was heavy—almost too heavy to carry. I paused, trying to figure out how I'd manage it, when suddenly I heard voices.
I stood up in panic and zipped the luggage quickly, then I rolled it out of my walk-in closet to my room, ready to flee through the window I had come through, but my steps faltered when I heard the words clearly.
"Are you sure Chelly isn't home?" one voice asked.
'That voice…' I muttered to myself. 'That voice sounds like…'
Before I could process my thoughts completely, another familiar voice said, "She's not, Maya, baby."
My eyes widened as I realized the second voice was my father—the Beta—who had just referred to Maya, my best friend in a romantic way.
I let go of the bag, my pulse hammering as I carefully crept toward the door, dreading what I was about to see.
I pushed it open just enough to peek and nearly froze. My father's back was to me, leaning close to Maya, his hands fumbling eagerly at her clothes.
"But wait, Big Daddy, you haven't gotten me the bag you promised me," Maya let out coyly.
Big Daddy? I asked myself in disgust. How long has this been going on?
"I will, baby girl," my father said smoothly, still holding her close. "You know I always keep my word. You know I'd do anything for you."
He finished unbuttoning her shirt, and his eyes glistened in satisfaction as they lingered on her boobs.
Yup, definitely altered.
"Oh, my sweet girl!" my father cooed as his hands moved over them, pressing and massaging them. "You raised them exactly how I told you I liked them."
He bent down to suck on them when I shrieked in irritation—though I hadn't meant to—and the words slipped out before I could stop them. "What the fuck!"
Both of them froze, startled. Maya scrambled to cover herself, her hands fumbling at her shirt.
My father whipped around. His pants were undone, but his boxers were still in place.
Thank goodness.
He looked like he was about to say, 'It's not what you think this is'
Till his eyes landed on me. His expression changed from confusion to fury as he barked out, "Who the fuck are you?"
I realized then that he also didn't know me in this body. To him, I was an intruder.
"Chelly sent me here to grab her some items she will be needing for a staycation with her mate," I said quickly.
My father's expression changed from fury to guilt. "Please…" he began to say, probably to beg me not to tell… ME.
But I shifted my gaze away from him to the backstabber behind him, who was trying to salvage her dignity she had clearly misplaced.
"FYI, Maya. They look hideous! I hope your wolf looks as ugly as you do now."
She looked up on hearing my voice, releasing her shirt, but before she could say or do anything, I shoved the door closed without a second thought.
I grabbed the heavy bag and climbed back out through the window.
I barely registered the world around me as tears blurred my vision, and disgust hit me hard as I made my escape.
I slid back into the car. "Drive."
After a moment, when the car didn't move, I looked up to yell at him to drive. But that's when I noticed it wasn't the same driver sitting in the driver's seat.
It was a different man, one I recognized instantly.
He was the owner of the restaurant who had tried to make things up to me after Sansa ruined my food with my friends.
Before I could process why he was here, the passenger door to my left opened. Another man climbed in, and the man who had been driving before—who I thought was kind—entered from my side of the car.
"Move over, bitch." He shoved me inside as he slid in.
"You really thought you could run away, Sansa, huh?" The owner of the restaurant who was seated in the driver's seat, growled as he turned toward me.
"I don't understand —" I began, but before I could finish the sentence, he moved quickly slapping me hard across my face.
"You fool, after all I've done for you!" he yelled.
My vision blurred, and my cheeks burned from the strike. I couldn't even lift my face to look at him for what he had dared to do. And I felt blood prick my lips again.
This was the second time I'd been slapped tonight, and I wasn't okay.
Just when I thought things couldn't become even worse after finding out Koa was my mate, and now this?
What the hell had my life become?