---- actions caused. Tears well up in my eyes, but | refuse to let them fall. For years, | have done my best to hear these words from my father, and this is the moment he sees fit to say them? He's proud of me because a man he chose as my future husband killed the consequences of his vile plan? Isn't my father all rainbows and fucking flowers now? "Anyway, since we're done with the pleasantries, let's jump straight to what matters. The business, or to put it in more simple words, your marriage to Alpha Dorian," he chuckles and stands up. He rubs his hands together like a greedy villain, plotting his next big move. Once again, | find myself in a position to watch my father pace the room. But unlike last time, I'm determined to remain silent, whatever the cost. "Tomorrow morning, seamstresses from his pack will arrive for the dress fitting. No, you don't have any say in the matter; as agreed - Alpha Dorian will decide what you wear." He ---- stops and hums, as if he has to remember the things he planned to tell me. | hold my breath. Who knows anything about his mood? The man is unpredictable and might throw a fit if my breathing turned out to be too loud for his liking. | swear, | almost see a lightbulb appear above his head as father turns on his heel to face me and grins." You will have an hour to discuss the details and possible alterations. Nothing major, maybe one or two small details at most. Even if you don't like the goddamn dress, you will accept it and act as if you love it." Love the dress? | don't even want to get fucking married! He can force me into a potato sack for all | care. The wedding isn't the issue, It's who I' m being forced to marry. The entire thing is fucking sham anyway, as if | would ever care for a dress! | have no choice in any of this, so what is the point in having an opinion on what | wear when | don't want to marry. ---- | try to listen, | really do, but I'm not interested in anything my father says, so it's hard to follow his tirade. Eventually, | tune out until he stops and sneezes so loudly that it snaps me out of my thoughts and makes me nearly jump out of my skin with fright. "| guess that's it. Not that you need to know everything down to the last detail, but consider this my wedding present.' He winks at me and strides towards the door. Consider what? Did he say something important? Just as he grabs the door handle, father glances over his shoulder and smirks, "And Faith?" | perk up and raise an eyebrow. What more? No, that's not important. What actually is important is what might be the reason why he's using my name. | don't remember the last time he said it. For the past couple of years, | have been nothing but disappointment, useless or a whore, and now, all of a sudden, he remembers my ---- name. Is there a hidden camera here? Is he suddenly aiming for the father of the year award? Speaking my name won't win him the damn title... | watch him point a finger and me and frown. "If you humiliate our family's name when the wedding planner comes to talk to you, or make her feel like you don't want to get married, | won't hesitate to toss you back in the cells. This time, you'll earn a roommate." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!