Chapter 7: Trapped Under His Rule
Meredith.
"You will bring your family to Mystic Furs in time for the wedding tomorrow," Draven said to my father, his tone final. "I don't care for your approval. This is not a negotiation."
My father's lips pressed into a thin line, but he said nothing. What else could he say?
He already gave me out. And no one challenges Draven Oatrun.
A sharp gasp left my throat as Draven grabbed my arm and led me away from my parents and siblings, who didn't dare to breathe another word to him.
The ride to Mystic Furs was a quiet one, but not peaceful.
The tension sat thick in the car, pressing against my chest with every passing mile. I sat stiffly, as far from Draven as the limited space would allow, my fingers clenched tightly in my lap. The cold glass window was my only comfort, though it did little to stop the storm raging inside me.
I replayed my father's last words over and over in my mind. I still can't believe he sent me away with a stranger and banished me from our pack. My pack. Because of my stupid pheromones, which had now stopped oozing after landing me unwanted attention.
The memory was still raw, still fresh, an open wound that refused to stop bleeding.
And now, I was here. Trapped in a stranger's car, being driven to a place I knew nothing about. A pack that wasn't mine. A home that wasn't mine.
I wasn't sure what awaited me, but the sinking feeling in my stomach told me it wouldn't be good. I was a curse who invariably attracted attention wherever I went.