BRIELLE’S POV

"Banished! Banished! Banished!”

As Brielle was led out of the pack house, she was dragged, propelled, scorned, and had objects thrown at her.

With no one to defend or fight for her but herself, tears streamed down her cheeks, as she recoiled her arms around her torso, and the nagging cold had her shivering in pain and cold.

She was supposed to be mourning her deceased father, but here she was, being dragged around the pack house like a pig.

Bare feet, bloodied and bruised.

Brielle sobbed in grief and distress as everyone around her scowled and made fun of her wobbly legs, unsteady figure, and mess of a body.

"Isn't she the solitary daughter of Cassius Warren, the wealthy crook?"

"Oh! Yeah! She's the buck. A lowlife Omega and a weakling! She should be killed too..."

"She's awfully a pushover! She is nothing..."

She could hear the vile things they were saying about her, and she struggled to say something, probably to beg or utter some words of plea, but her chapped lips were sore, and her throat stung so badly from her earlier whines.

More tears streaming down her face, swiping roughly at her face, Brielle recalled the events of the past few hours.

Everything was like a scene from a movie, and she was still convinced that it was all a dream and that she would wake up sooner or later, but this was reality, and it was staring her down.

Barely a few hours ago her tyrant of a father, Cassius Warren, had kicked the bucket, as he had finally succumbed to the cold hands of death.

The house where he lived had been mysteriously attacked and burned to the ground by unknown invaders, and it was still a mystery to her how she had survived the ordeal.

Now, the people her father had treated lowly therein, the vicious pack members who scorned and hated her, had chosen to loom their resentment and hostility on her at the slightest juncture.

Was it her fault she was born into her family?

Was it her fault that a man known for his tyranny and beastliness was fated to be her father?

All of these questions she asked herself as she sniffled, her hands wiping away at her eyes as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Or was it her choice to be a loner, someone without friends and relatives, and this was what gave the pack members enough morale to treat and dine her like garbage? She inquired once more, flipping her hair away from her face.

The only person she had in all her life, the notorious and affluent Cassius Warren, who was her father, was now dead, and she was now alone in this world.

She could hear the murmurs of the pack members, both young and old, cursing at her and thrashing her out like an unwanted guest.

She could hear the insults, laughter, and scorn directed at her.

Nonetheless, she had to accept everything.

The only thing she was wailing about, the only thing that broke her heart, was how unloved and undesirable she had felt her entire life.

Following her mother's death during childbirth, her father, the tyrannic ruler and Alpha of Wolfsbane pack had been her only relative.

The fact that her father was wealthy, renowned, and had everything at his disposal must have been a delight to her, as she was supposed to be content having such an eminent figure in her life who would uphold her through the ordeals she faced in the pack, and all that, but the opposite had been the case.

He was no less different than they were.

He had even named her Dolores, which meant "pain," after accusing her of murdering her mother.

He called her a weakling, a curse to his generation, and he had treated her worse than anyone else, and when he was still alive, she wondered if he was really her father, but he was...

She had his unusual red hair color and, by all appearances, the beauty of her mother, so she was without a doubt his daughter.

Another reason why he hated her and treated her like shit was because he despised her for being a pushover and coward.

She was so frail, he said, and she never acted like someone he had given birth to. An Alpha’s child.

She wasn't very strong, and she didn't keep her position as the daughter of a highly reputable man.

Brielle miserably covered her exposed boobs with her arms, and her tattered clothes could no longer hide her curves, as she raised her face forward to view the landscape of the land border.

The border that separated their pack from the other pack, and hearing from the pack members wild yelling and cursing, Brielle tried to hold her head up and walked toward the border step by step.

She had no idea what would happen but had no way to turn back.

Yes, she had been expelled, but...

She noticed cars from a distance. An old van was stationed near a sporty red car near the border.

Then she noticed a few men standing by the vehicles, and straining her eyes even more, Brielle recognized one of the men in the crowd.

Blacko Shawn, her father's best friend.

My Goddess! Was he coming to save her? Or?

He stood still from a distance, probably with a smirk.

A sharp gasp escaped her fragile pinkish lips, her eyelids dilated slightly, and she muttered slowly in disbelief, "No, no, it can't be."