My Ex Lovers Daughter Is My Mate

Violet's POV

My eyes pleaded with my stepfather as I struggled to breathe. "Please, Father, the antidote. I need it. I don't want to die." My voice was barely a whisper, and my body was trembling with each cough.

His gaze remained fixed on his painting, his brushstrokes steady and calm. "I don't care if you die now, Violet. It won't affect my pack." His words were cold as usual.

My hand clutched my chest, and my coughing was growing more intense. I felt my strength fading. I was in this condition because of my stepsister, Jackie, who was suffering from unbearable pain.

I had the power to absorb and heal others' pain, but each time I used my power, it weakened me because my wolf wasn't out fully. This time I had tried to heal her, but I got infected instead. 

The healer had made an antidote, but my stepfather refused to give it to me. He didn't care that I was suffering or that my life force was dwindling, as long as his daughter was okay. 

"I'll do anything, Father-anything," I begged, my tears dropping nonstop. "Just please, give me the antidote."

"Anything?" he repeated, his voice low and menacing. "Anything at all." I nodded, my coughing subsiding into weak gasps, knowing fully well that his demands could be crazy.

He liked it when I begged and when I acknowledged his power over my life. The room was silent; my stepfather's eyes never left mine as he smirked, his gaze piercing and cruel. 

Then he picked up his phone and made a phone call. It wasn't even up to two minutes before a man walked into the room and handed him a box and a file. "Here's the antidote, once you accept my condition." 

"What do you want me to do?" I whispered, getting weaker with every passing minute. "You'd have to serve at the Alpha's gathering tonight without any mistakes." He said, walking to me with the antidote.

I had done all manner of jobs in this pack after the death of my mother, the Luna of the Moonlight Pack, and my twin sister, whom they told me, died without even getting to see her body for the last time.

This couldn't be the only thing he wanted me to do. I knew there was something more to it. "Is that it?" I asked, trembling as he stood over me. 

"No, darling, my friend and business partner would be present at the Alpha's gathering. We have a contract to sign, so you'd be sent to his room as a gift and to make sure he signs this contract without reading it." 

"And if he doesn't enjoy you enough to sign the contract, consider yourself in great trouble," he muttered. I was shocked to the core. How can this man do such a horrible thing to me?

He was sending me to his friend, who was twice my age, just for a contract. "And what if he refuses to sign the documents afterward?" My voice trembled. He scoffed, then smiled, raising his hands and cupping my pale cheeks with them. 

"One single slip from you, Violet; trust me, I'd make sure I sell you to the ruthless Alpha of the Blood Moon pack; after all, you're useless in this pack anyway."

Those were his last words as he threw the antidote at me before storming out of the room with his shoulders high and a confident smile on his face. I wondered what was in that document and why he sent me to make his friend sign it. 

I pushed the thought aside and hurriedly grabbed the antidote, gulping it down like a hungry lion. I laid there, and after about 30 minutes, I felt better. I stood up and walked away slowly, heading to my room. 

I went from being a princess to nothing but a mere slave begging for my own life. My mother had died, leaving me with my evil stepfather, who never seizes to toture me any chance he gets. 

I was the heir to the throne, but my stepfather made sure he hid me till everyone forgot my mother had a child. To avoid my stepfather's wrath, I prepared myself for the Alpha's gathering. 

I had met a uniform in my room already, so I quickly put it on. It was a simple black uniform, but a bit short and revealing. I wasn't really comfortable in the outfit, but I had no choice but to wear it.