Chapter 2

Candance's POV

It was my own father who was the first one to move when he suddenly snapped his fingers. Some of the other members of the pack followed suit. They were holding him in their arms, and he did not put up any resistance to it.

They brought him before the Alpha, where he flashed a grin in his direction. My grandfather did not make much movement; he was simply staring at him in shock the entire time.

The way Thomas was staring at me and then at him helped me figure out what he was planning to do.

"NO!" I said as loud as I could, "I am the one who dared to defy you! Please don't involve my dad in this!

The Alpha scoffed at this and approached my father. As he raised my father off the ground, his hand gradually morphed into claws. Then, in a single violent action, Alpha Thomas thrust his clawed hand through my father's chest, piercing and impaling him. I was able to see his heart, which had been ripped open and destroyed by the clawed paw of the Alpha, which had punched a hole through him.

My name is Candance Mitchell, and this miserable existence is pain.

When my father, who has since passed away, would often tell me that I was to blame for my mother's death, it was the first time I ever experienced the feeling of guilt that comes along with it. As my mother passed away while giving birth to me, the other members of the pack made it a point to tease me about how I was to blame for the loss of my father.

Even Dahlia was feeling downcast and miserable. She had a deep-seated hatred for him because of what he had put us through. Even though he was still our father, she was saddened by his dying because he was still a part of our family.

Chloe was oblivious to the events transpiring around her and was unconcerned about the passing of her grandfather. She had only recently discovered that she had a grandmother who had passed away; her grandfather had been an absolute stranger to her and hardly recognized even her name.

My fingers went numb from the constant kneading of the flour, and after I had thrown away the delicious pancakes that I had produced, the other members of the pack unexpectedly said that they wanted British meat pies and scones. They were unsuccessful, but I was going to order the pancakes anyhow so that my daughter and I could have them later.

I made a concerted effort to keep my mind on polishing the dough rather than allowing feelings of melancholy and loss to get in the way of my work.

As soon as I removed my hands from the dough and looked at the stove, I noticed that the meat pie filling I had been preparing had caught fire. After swiftly turning off the burner, I grabbed the hot pot, but my hands quickly became burned, so I dropped it as soon as possible. It fell to the ground with a clanking sound, and its contents spilled out into the ground.

When I lost my balance and fell to the ground after taking a blow to the back of my head, my face fell upon a pot that had been burned. I yelled out in agony as the pain spread across my face. The searing pain of agony was experienced.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" / "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I was yelled at and dragged up by someone who grabbed my hair and called me a "bitch."

That turned out to be Jasmine, the mate of the Beta. Another individual who made an effort to make my life difficult and whose harshness appeared to have increased as a result of my pregnancy.

She glared at me and growled, "What else are you good at besides spreading your legs?" charring the fillings of the pork pies?"

I screamed, "Let me go, Jasmine!" but it was hard for me to get her hands off of me since she was holding me so tightly. As she smacked me across the face once more, the pain in my skin was excruciating.

She was furious with me and cried, "How dare you talk to me like that! Are you aware of how much money meals may cost? No no, you don't! You are in such a pitiful state that you are unable to purchase dreck! She continued,

I fell onto the poured filling as a result of her pushing me, and she said, "Wait till the Alpha finds about how you wasted and burned food."

"Give me permission to take care of this whore!" Dahlia let out a hiss.

When I yelled, "Dahlia, stop," I could feel her canines and claws erupting as she aggressively gained possession.

She yelled, "Stupid bitch!" before lunging at Jasmine, who appeared frightened and stunned by her attack.

She was about to launch a claw assault at Dahlia's face when she was suddenly thrown off her feet. Dahlia's attacker.

I was in excruciating pain, and she was shrieking as she hit the well. I was quickly able to recover authority.

The Beta, Louie, was standing in front of me and directing an angry gaze in my direction. I was lifted into the air by as I spoke in a meek manner while being dominated by his aura. After that, his arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and he exerted a forceful pressure on them while his claws sliced into my skin. I was able to make out the rage in his eyes as he bellowed, "How dare you damage my partner?"

I overheard Jasmine making a moaning sound as if she was in pain and saying, "She pushed me so hard, what if the baby is hurt?" Oh my god, I am so terrified that I have hurt myself.

His partner's comments, as well as the fact that the infant was brought up, appeared to incite his fury. I was dragged out of the kitchen and led outside of the packhouse while he made the following comment: "I will deal with you before Alpha ever gets back."