Another thought filtered into her brain about what he’d said. Maybe he wasn’t even her biological father. Not that it would matter, all rapists are equal. His next words cleared up that possibility.
“Then when she got pregnant with you, they revealed whose mating serum she’d been injected with. Lucky me. I got a slut for a mate and one for a daughter.”
She let his slut comment slide for another thought. She rubbed the crook of her arm where she’d woken up to him injecting her one night when he’d begged her to stay so they could get to know one another. The night had been one she’d always wished for. They’d sat and talked over a meal, and he’d played the part of doting dad to perfection. But by the light of the next morning, everything had shifted.
After she’d woken up to the injection, he’d laid out his plan, as much as he’d tell her to play her part anyhow, and he was no longer playacting. That’s when he’d informed her to do her part and she could cure her mother. He said her autoimmune disease was exclusive to wolf mates, and his pack had found a cure years ago.
That was one thing he hadn’t lied about, she thought bitterly.
“That wasn’t a scent blocker you injected me with, was it?”
“Hahaha, little Carys, so clever. Alas, no. It was Kansas’s mating serum made from the last remnant of his DNA left with the pack. All you had to do was kiss him, and boom, instant recognition as his mate.” He took a deep breath.
“At first I thought something must’ve been off in the formula or the DNA compromised,” he mumbled to himself more than her. “But after my early morning wake-up call, I realized the answer. You do indeed have a mate.”
The word mate brought Monster to mind, but her father was now projecting his voice at her.
“All is not lost. Your mother will still suffer and die a painful death, and I shall have my revenge on the Kings after all. And the icing on the cake is that you, my daughter, will be the tool with which I do it. Your own mate will destroy himself when he kills you for the part you played.”
“You’re off your rocker if you think I’ll help you do anything. You’re a fucking monster.”
There was a muted sound from down the hall. She turned in that direction even though she couldn’t see through the wall.
Cliff, she would no longer think of him as her father, apparently didn’t hear it or expected it because he didn’t look away from her with that sneering half-grin look on his face.
Her first thought was another hired thug since the last one left, so she ignored it, but opted for a sense of urgency in case he tried to stop her.
When she finally felt as if her knees wouldn’t collapse, Carys turned to go, but her father had to take a parting shot.
“Speaking of monsters, how is your new fuck buddy? Did you gather any information for me or just ride his disgusting biker cock all night? So much like your mother. I will say, darling, I didn’t think you’d go so far as to fuck the man, but I respect your commitment to help take down the Kings.”
Carys wanted to scream at him and tell him every single thing that was wrong with what he’d just said, but she was rendered mute by the sight that filled the doorway.
SEVEN
MONSTER
Prowler called emergency church early. Three hours of sleep wasn’t enough for Monster, but Ulf was alert enough for both of them. He was practically vibrating with anticipation of seeing Carys again soon.
The first thing Monster planned to do was kiss the fuck out of her without the silver cuff. Find out if she was theirs. Then he’d kiss and fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.
Looking around the table, he noticed Bulldog was mainlining coffee while Ghoul chugged an energy drink.
Prowler banged the gavel down so hard on the table that Bulldog’s coffee leaped in his mug.
“We’ve got a situation, so I’m going to cut to the chase.” Prez looked from Bulldog to Monster with something akin to pity in his eyes.
“Tell me everything you know about your most recent overnight guest?”
That was not a question he’d been expecting. Women were rarely discussed unless someone was taking an ol’ lady.
“I don’t see how that’s up for discussion. As of now?—”
“When your President asks you a question, you answer it. If he thinks you need further clarification, he’ll give it to you,” Bulldog scolded, but not with as much heat as Monster expected.
Prowler put his hand on his Veep’s shoulder, in an I have it from here gesture.
“Monster, I’ll tell you after you answer. I don’t want anything I have to say to put you on the defensive.”
