Lucas' POV
As I stepped into the living room, tensions were running high.
The air was thick with anger and everyone was on edge.
My father, a stern and imposing man, glared at me with unconcealed fury, disappointment, and disgust.
I ruined his pack, his company, and his life.
And my father used to kill someone because a bar attender ruined his whiskey cocktail.
"Do you have any explanations for your ex-mate sending the divorce papers directly to me, bypassing you entirely?! I'm going to be very frank with you, son. I take this as a personal affront and it only adds to my already simmering anger." My father approached me and said with his hands strangling an invisible neck in the air.
"I have no explanation. I never expected Leah would do something like this..." I said.
My mother cut me short by screaming at the top of his lungs, "That bitch! That horrible, shameless, filthy bitch! She's doing this to humiliate us! She's doing this intentionally to sabotage our family tie! She's a manipulative slut who thrives on our misery!"
"Mother, I haven't signed the divorce papers. She's still my wife. Please stop referring to my wife with any of the words you were using." I said.
"Oh, mine! I can't believe you're taking her side!" My mother dropped onto the couch like a lifeless doll.
"This is what you've got when you spoil your son! He never appreciates shit and he has no respect for you!" My father barked at my mother.
"Well, it's not very difficult to see where he gets that trainwreck attitude toward women from, Flare!" My mother crossed her arms while biting her lips.
"Father, mother, please stop arguing right now. I know I've messed up this time and please believe me that I'm doing everything I can to make it right." I tried to reassure them, but my attempts failed.
It only made them even angrier.
"What do you mean that you're going to make it right?! Are you going to take that bitch back to our pack again?! I'm telling you right now, Lucas Archer Farrow, the moment that fucking bitch steps into my house again, I'm going to pull her head off!" My mother hissed.
My father ignored my mother's threat and grabbed my shoulders.
"If she's still your wife, you find her and discipline your woman right now! Because if you don't do it, I will," he shouted.
"Father, I've told you. I will handle my own issues. I don't want you to get involved and make this whole situation more complicated," I pleaded.
"Really? Because the last time I trusted you for being able to do something, the stock price fell about 28%! Do you know what happens when the number goes down, Lucas? My credibility goes down! And in our line of business, credibility is everything! People used to trust me with their money, and now I'm just the motherfucker who makes their wealth evaporate by 35 billion over a night! And do you know what people do when they lose 35 billion dollars over a night? They fucking go coo-coo and show up in my bedroom at 3:30 with a gun in their fucking hands! And it was loaded with silver bullets. You know what silver does to a werewolf?!"
"A slow and painful death," I replied in a controlled voice.
"And I don't live for my fucking life and die a slow and painful death because of your failure!" My father kicked the table in front of him and shouted at me.
Everything on that table shattered on the floor.
My mother jumped behind me and screeched.
I sighed.
Every time my father smashes something, my mother becomes the vulnerable, helpless woman that she appears to be.
I held her arms and said to my father, "Father, I am well aware of everything you've just said. I will increase the number of people on your personal security details..."
"I don't want fucking a PSD!" My father snarled. "I want my son to be the son his father wants him to be! Do you still remember the promise you made when you took my pack away from me?!"
"Yes, father. I will expand to the South..."
"Now 10 years have passed. We're still stuck in the North! And you're nothing but a phony liar!" My father pushed me with great force.
My back hit the wall when my father strangled my neck.
"Flare! Stop hurting my son! Let go of him!" My mother tried to pull his hands off me, but she was pushed away. She dropped to the floor like a rugged doll.
I couldn't breathe, because my father's hands were clenching my neck.
I could see the flame of hatred fire in his eyes.
"I should have killed you before you were born, you son of a bitch!" He hurled.
I saw my mother rolling in pain and despair on the floor, but I couldn't do anything.
At that time, I shifted into a wolf and broke away from my father's grip.
My father groaned and shifted into a wolf as well.
He used to be a very experienced warrior when he was young. Even though he had already passed his prime time, he was still fast and agile.
But I was faster and stronger. And I had also fought in thousands of fights.
When he jumped at me from my left, I knew that it was a buff. So I sprang to the right to block him there before pinning him down on the floor with my claws.
I had ripped out many wolves' hearts in my life. I had never thought there would be one day when I tried to rip off my own father's heart.
"Lucas! What are you doing?! Let go of him! He's your father! He's my husband! Stop!" My mother's harsh, desperate voice evoked the remaining consciousness in my mind.
My father noticed my hesitation. He flipped me off him and bit my throat without any hesitation.
As his sharp teeth got into my throat, I gasped and whimpered.
Fear gripped me and my whole body was frigid.
It wasn't until that time that I realized that my own father was literally going to kill me.
Just at that time, a tiny wolf, as white as snow, as fast as a lightning bolt, jumped at my father.
Within the blink of an eye, this tiny white wolf managed to step on the spine of my father.
My father howled in pain and loosened his bite on my neck.
I immediately withdrew and broke away from him, twitching on the floor with blood coming out of my neck.
"Oh, my Goddess! Look what you've done! Flare! You've killed my baby!" My mother shouted in horror, trying to cover the wound on my neck.
"Urrrgh!" My father growled in pain, trying to break loose from the tiny wolf, but he couldn't. The tiny wolf kept stepping on his spine, so he couldn't move at all.
To my surprise, this white wolf had tremendous strength, which was exclusive to Lycans.
Who is this tiny little wolf?