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"What do you mean by 'I have to be searched?' Have you forgotten who you are talking to?" Carmela eyes the guard at the holding prison her father is being kept in with contempt. The man remains stoic in front of her, eyes curt and gaze ahead, legs shoulder width apart with his hands crossed behind his back.

"You are the daughter of a man accused of murder and if you want to go in to see him, we must make sure you have nothing of consequence on you," he replies sternly.

She glares at him. "You scum, so you want to put your hands on the Alpha's fiancée? Do you have a death wish?"

"I'll be the one searching you."

A familiar female voice reaches Carmela's ear before Tracy steps out, eyes cold as frost.

Carmela is taken back to see her, evident from the look of surprise in Carmela's eyes.

"What is the meaning of this Tracy? You should know better, I'm your friend."noveldrama

"May the goddess take your tongue for calling me that," Tracy snaps. "You don't know the meaning of that word."

"That is no way to address your Luna but I'll let it slide, it's obvious you're still annoyed I missed your child's first year birthday party," Carmela replies dismissively, rolling her eyes at the guard. "Get out of my way."

Tracy scoffs. "Delusional...that's what you are not the fucking Luna. By the way, my child, whose birthday party you didn't attend, died four months ago. Did you even know, my friend?"

A flash of guilt rushes through Carmela's eyes but she doesn't let it show.

"I'm sorry for your "

"Put your bag on the table, stand against the wall, hold your hands above your head and keep them there or you can get the fuck out," Tracy cuts her off.

Carmela grits her teeth, eyeing Tracy with rage.

"You fucking cunt, I'll make sure you pay for this," she says, proceeding to do as Tracy asked.

After a rough and thorough search, Tracy backs away from her. "You may go in without your bag and Carmela, I sincerely hope your father is found guilty and that he rots in jail." "Tell me you are here to get me out," Trent stands to his feet when he sees Carmela walk to his cell door.

"No father, I'm here so we can discuss our next line of action," Carmela replies, keeping her head down to avoid his gaze.

Trent scoffs and then he chuckles.

"Next line of action? I'll tell you what the next line of action is. You fucking call Tatum, get him to grant my

release and clear those charne

against me. We'll find another way to deal with that bitch and her

family."

Carmela's heart thuds, her lips quiver as she slowly raises her head to look at her father in the eyes.

"We have to find another line of action, Tatum won't do that," she says in a sullen tone, her chest rising and falling slowly, knowing what's coming next.

Trent growls, charges towards the bar, grabs her hair through the opening and shoves her face against it, staring into her eyes coldly.

"What the fuck did you just say? Tatum won't do what?"

"He won't do it father, he won't get you out," Carmela pulls away from him, some parts of her hair still clutched in his arms.

"You're useless," Trent spits at her feet, "you have one job, one. Keep Tatum under your thumb and between your thighs, how hard could that fucking be? You insolent whore!"

Carmela clenches her fist, taking the reins off her temper. What right does he have to call her names, to call her useless, she has followed every order that he has given to her to the tee.

It's not her fault if Tatum is just too fucking stubborn, why does she have to always get the short end of the stick when she's the one making all the sacrifices?

"Since I'm so useless, why don't you

go fuck him yourself and get him under your thumb? Father. The moment something goes wrong, you are quick to put the blame on me but none of this mess is my fault you killed Leila's father, you put this mark on me, you turned me into a fucking monster that I never wanted to become," Carmela seethes, her voice low but her rage is palpable.

She scoffs, taking a step back, "you know what, you deserve to be in here and I hope you never get out, I hate your fucking guts." She turns on her heels and starts to walk away.

"You fucking come back here Carmela or I'll tell the entire pack that your mark isn't real!" Trent yells after her.

Carmela shakes her head disappointedly and walks back to him.

"You're even more dumb than I

thought, father. Who the fuck put the mark on me, not you? And you know what, I don't even fucking care. Why the fuck will I still want to be the Luna of the Blood Oak pack when I'm the next Lycan queen. The king claimed me as his second chance mate and I'm going to marry him. You and Tatum can go to hell."