Sold To The Demon Alpha – Chapter 11

Aria’s POV

My ears rang from the force of that slap and when I looked up at him, I realized that even though I could see his mouth moving, his eyes red and face distorted as saliva flew from his mouth in what I was sure was a rant, I could not hear anything.

He pulled me by my hair and I screamed, kicking out and trying to break free even though I already knew how this was going to end. He would not rest until he had beaten me black and blue and then he would lock me up and I would have to wait in pain until he determined I was repentant for whatever sin he had accused me of.

ds that floated to my ears made my eyes widen in horror.

time. I could not let him touch my sketch pad. Anything but my book. The last thing I wanted was to be in this situation. Especially with Roma waiting outside.

whatever little pride I had left to protect.

ad and folded my body into a protective position.

begged or cried, the more he seemed to enjoy hitting me. If I could just bear it for a little while, he would walk away.

ther kick followed and this time, I could taste my blood from where I had bitten my lip.

standing in front of me. My father was on the ground on the other side of the room.

Roma.

lowly, I watched helpl

where I saw that my father whimpered as he tried to get up.

memory. Roma had broken his hand.

hat apology was.

t he needed to make for my father to die.

l human. No match against an Alpha wolf. “Please, don’t. Please.”

gging for my father’s life. Maybe I was.

once. I held on to those memories of us when things were still good and he was not addicted to gambling and

m die in front of me.

earnestly.

ike he weighed nothing, Roma picked me up bridal style and carried me out of the house. Placing me in the passenger seat, he entered the car and took a long l

e house and finish what I had stopped him from doing.

inst the steering.

irst time.” He yelled and my eyes welled up with tears again.

n to him that my father wasn’t always like that? And that was why I held on to the hope that one day he would be free from the clutch

g store and shook his head.

ot the only bruise you have.”

and his laugh was bitter.

u, I shouldn’t have anything to say in this matter, but I’ll say this. I don’t care whether you love your father to the ends of the earth, but sometimes, you must do what is right to save yourself. Even if

d my mouth, shocked at the f

more confusing was the remorse I saw on his face, but before I cou