"I'm home! ...jackasses" I said the moment I had my foot inside the house. It wasn't my house, it was my parents'.

Yes, I lived alone already, problem?

My dad, Isaac Villin, wasn't a good alpha or mate. He had threatened to reject my mom, Alice Villin, on multiple occasions just to get what he wanted. He didn't love Alice like a mate should, he didn't even like her, he was only with her because of the fact that he had become an alpha after they mated. He was an omega while my mom was an alpha, so after they mated he got the alpha title but he's more of an omega than an alpha, he didn't have the same power as a real alpha, he couldn't control any of the wolves in the fucking pack but they still listened to him.

"My office" My dad grumbled, not even fucking looking at me when he walked past me.

I shut the office door behind me and leaned against it. I stared at my dad waiting for him to speak up.

"As you know, you're eighteen." Isaac started. I laughed bitterly, I've been 18 for months you stupid fucker did you just realize that?

"I have been for the past month thanks for noticing" I spat and my dad glared at me.

"Don't make me use the belt, Blake." I stared at him blankly. Staying calm on the outside while my heart was beating against my ribcage like fucking crazy.

"I've arranged a mating ceremony. For you. You're probably never going to find your mate since I can't sense any happiness coming from you" I frowned at my dads words.

That's nice. He can't sense any fucking happiness from coming me? Oh... maybe because he's not a fucking alpha and only alphas can sense if someone else is happy or not. I'm not saying that I am happy but he can't sense if I'm happy or not.

And wait— Mating ceremony? The fuck? When the fuck did he arrange a fucking mating ceremony?

"The mating ceremony is in two days. You're going to be mates with.. Diana Blackwood" He finished,

I recognized that name. Diana Blackwood is Declan's thirteen year old sister. He was going to force me to have sex and impregnate a fucking thirteen year old?

Fuck no.

No, I'm not gonna fuck a thirteen year old.

"Fuck no." I muttered.

My dad nodded. What the fuck was he nodding for? "Yes you are, whether you like it or not you are."

"Dad-- Father, I'm not mating a thirteen year old. Why not Declan Blackwood? He's as old as me. I don't see a problem marrying a man. " I swear to god if he tells me I still have to mate Diana I will seriously-

"You will, my son is not a faggot." My dad spat.

I blinked, eyes widening in shock. I knew my dad was homophobic but I never thought he would actually admit it. I've never wanted him more dead as I do right now.

Okay, no, I've imagined him bleeding out and my face being the last one he ever sees before going to hell and getting his soul tortured my satan. Or whatever the god that ruled hell was named, or was it a demigod? I don't know, I don't care.

"She's beautiful and she's already-"

"I am not mating a thirteen year old!" I yelled at him. How can he not get it? Can't he sense how uncomfortable I am?

Oh, right, he's can't tell what I'm feeling since he's not a real alpha.

My mom barged into the room. She'd most definitely heard me yell at my dad.

"What's going on?"

"He's forcing me to mate a thirteen year old!" I could feel my hands start to shake, not from fear, but from anger.

"Isaac! You- he's supposed to find his mate! You can't arrange a mating ceremony like that!" She exclaimed in disbelief, my dad just shrugged.

"I can and I did, Diana is going to carry Blake's pups." Carry- okay what the fuck?

"I already have a fucking mate!"

"Who is it?!" My dad demanded, trying to use his nonexistent 'alpha tone'.

"Declan Blackwood. It's Declan Blackwood, a demon, a man, you didn't want your son to be a fag? Well he is so get over it." My dad cut me a glare that was supposed to scare me, but it didn't. How could it? He looked like a fucking moron. He was at least 10 feet shorter than me and much fucking smaller than me.

I was the biggest, not only wolf, but person in this fucking pack. My wolf was bigger, stronger, faster than any of the other wolves and that meant so was I.

The bigger the wolf, the bigger the person you are. I was also 6'7, the others in the pack were either 6'2 or under, no one was as tall or taller than me.

I don't know from who or where the fuck I've gotten my height or anything actually, I didn't look anything like my parents.

"No. Reject him."

"No. I'm not rejecting him." I said sternly. I don't care if he tortured me or made me so weak I was unable to move, I would never reject Declan.

My dad scoffed, he walked around his desk and grabbed my arm and started dragging me out of the house. Fucks sake he's so dramatic and definitely not strong, but I let him drag me for his own sake and pride.

Once we'd made it to the porch my dads foot connected with my back. Kicking me forward and causing me to fall down the steps face-first.

Thanks for that you stupid bitch.

"Really? You won't reject him? Huh?" my dad grumbled as he started unbuckling his belt.

He's going to do that right here and right now? In front of all the pack members? Christ. Dramatic much?

He lifted his hand above his head, the belt falling behind him, he swung his arm down, the belt buckle connected with my back. I let out an agonised cry. The pain was more painful than what I remembered. He didn't stop, even if some of the pack warriors were shouting at him to stop.

Once he had finally stopped, I fell forward with a loud thud. Rage ran through my veins, I wanted to stand up and beat him to death but my body was too weak, I wouldn't have even been able to hit him if I tried.

I was strong but he'd put some kind of poison or drug on the fucking belt and it made me weak.

"That's for being a fag and ruining my relationship with your mother" And there he goes again on blaming me about my moms and his failed marriage.

My mom had been held back by some pack members, they didn't want my dad to hurt her, they probably thought if he was able to hurt me that easily without me fighting back, he would be able to do the same to my mom.

The only reason I didn't fight back was for my moms sake. She was strong but she hated fighting and if I hadn't let my dad do that to me, he would've probably done it to my mom, or worse, forced her to have sex with him.

"Let me go! He's my son!" I heard my mom yell and then a loud smack. That probably meant she'd slapped one of the warriors. I grimaced slightly when I heard rushed footsteps coming closer to me.

"Sweetie? My poor baby" My mom whispered as she took my face in her hands. I met her eyes and saw that they were filled with tears.

"Mom-" I groaned when I tried to get up. My mom started panicking while I was shaking my head and forced myself on my feet.

"Sweetie-"

"I'm okay. I'll make it to Mallory's in one piece, I promise" I kissed her cheek before walking away. It hurt but I was used to pain so I could handle it.