Alpha King's Damsel in Distress

tzayana

that it was my aunt, my mother’s sister, who has gone crazy from being too depressed, according to my father.

chocolate brown eyes and stood out from her fair white skin. Her soft pouty lips and rosy cheeks melted to the sun and the

time went by. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, just a quick sunny side up, sausages, and toast paired with milk, wh

ss just to make her stop having a tantrum, but she’s still not stopping. I sighed, put the freshly cooked food on

ing care of myself, especially growing up with an absent father wh

ed hugging her for a minute. When she c

I asked gently, as if ta

I dreamt it again. I dream

htma

bad dream. I was happy to see him

I'm 18, I still don’t know who she was referring to or what happened to that perso

ell me who

were banished.” She suddenly said, just like she usually does. Actually, my aunt is nothing

ha

h my own eyes, how my loved on

e of her depression. Some of her sudden phrases seem

d cupped my face, “Trust your

and all it pops up are werewolves. It’s not like we are living in some weird fantasy story, right? This is t

Aunt, let’

e floorboard, and the door opened to reveal my stepm

ssion changed into a

no other word that I could describe my stepmom except a bitch. But I value my aunt’s and my body too.

was quick to cover her, making the slap hit my cheek. The ha

nd I’ll get us out of here,

defense. Let me hit her so she can

shaking, not with fear but with so much anger. God knows how much I fight the urge to hit her back, but no, let me sur

a little piggy bank from

it from her, but she pushed my head. “You’r

going every day, including my aunt. T

those. I tried hard to hide it in

ordered, staring at her

at me, “Or what? You’re going

tell dad, he would just believe his bitch instead

me see if I’ll return this to you

I could kill that

smiled. "You just need to focus on recovering, and once I s

10 minutes more left before I was going to be late, so I quickly took a shower and got dressed with a pair of black jeans and a hoodie, t

gain. I’ll be going to detention again. I think I was aiming for cle

, calling me by my second name, Itzayana

“I thought you were already at school?

it on his shoulder before putting his hand

nds met my cheek and he noticed it. “

d to his earlier responses, and he

. She is in her menopausal stage, so

reating me like that for my whole life, so

ce handed me hundred-dollar cash, and

ith a mischievous grin, and I chuckled at him,

the driver’s seat and started to drive away. The school was a fifteen-minute drive, and I’m thankful that my d

rked his car, we got out

n desperately getting my brother’s attention, and my brother just didn't want anything to do with her. My brother is the

to see me with her crush so much. Tsk, this j

me again,” I whi

mind

sist on me going with you

tect you.” He defended, looking at me with reassurance

nd I peeked to see who was blocking my view. He was 6’4 tall, with dark eyes encircled with golden rings with a hint of gray. I had never seen an eye li