Hidden Fantasy-A Werewolf's Obsession

Chapter 10-Alessia

All I could think about when I climbed into the car was making sure nothing happened to my painting. If Dad found out, I'd be kicked out of the neighbourhood forever. All I could do was sit there the entire journey in silence, thinking that Dad would calm down once we arrived at our destination, but as we pulled into the garage, I felt a surge of hatred as I saw who was standing on the front porch. Micheal smirked when he saw me with a melancholy expression, yet it was still strange why he was there. As soon as we got out of the car, I asked Dad why Michael was here, but he merely walked up to him and shook his hand. As my blood boiled with anxiety, I slowly grabbed my belongings out of the car and walked towards them inside the home. As soon as the door shut, I began to breathe heavily, praying to God that something would happen to save me.

"Let's go into the front room," Dad said, motioning to a room to the left of the entrance. A polished granite floor surrounded a soft, luscious little carpet in the centre. In the centre of the ceiling, a massive golden chandelier was installed. The room's central focus was a cream regal circular couch with a gemstone coffee table in the centre. The room was packed with mirrors, portraits, and artefacts, including one painting near the fireplace that I had always admired. It was a portrait of my adopted mother, who had died a few years before. My mother faced the brunt of a conflict between Hunters and Supernatural creatures in which she died.

Dad had completely changed since that day. He was stricter in his words and tone, and he was constantly late. I believe it was because he felt like he was carrying a great burden on his shoulders, and I felt sympathy for him at times. However, this did not allow him to become enraged at me since I constantly told him that I abhor Micheal. One of the reasons I couldn't tell my father about my abilities was because of this.

"Alessia sit down," Dad ordered in a forceful tone. I sat down trembling, praying that he wouldn't say anything that I would find displeasing. I sat there, my legs crossed, waiting for Dad to speak up.

"Everything you did today, including striking him and being around a boy who tried to attack him, Michael notified me," Dad replied.

"Alessia, do you know who Micheal is to us?" Dad was perplexed.

"Yes, Dad," I answered, sweat trickling down my neck.

"Michael's father is a neighbourhood leader, and we've reached an agreement," Dad explained.

"What's the matter, Dad?" I might have inquired a little too loudly.

Micheal smiled as he looked at my painful expression. He just sat there, as if this were a puppet play in which he was controlling both my father and me. For me, this was not the case.

"Can you please explain your actions today before I answer?" Dad was enraged. I hastily concocted a scenario in my head, hoping that Dad would believe it.

"I had to take a break from my lectures since I drank a potion that was not properly brewed." "The spell had some side effects that prompted me to act and do things I wouldn't normally do, but I'm well now," I explained, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I'm sorry, Micheal," I said, pretending to be empathetic. Dad's tone changed to one that was a touch more cheerful pretty quickly.

"At the very least, that's taken care of!" Dad was delighted. Micheal gave me a horrendous grimace after staring at me in bewilderment. I suddenly had fantasies of killing him without compassion right then and there. This was an emotion I had never experienced before, and it made me disoriented. This felt more demonic than me, which caused a nearby door to slam, drawing Dad and Micheal's attention to it.

"What was that?" They questioned themselves. Calm down, I told myself, and just hold it in for a little longer. When I took a deep breath in, my emotions were immediately suppressed.

"It's most likely just the wind," I told them.

"Yes, Mr Aldine, the weather has been changing recently," Micheal said, a grin on his face.

"Alright let's get back to our previous discussion" Dad replied. I began pouring myself a glass of water from the table out of nowhere.

"So I've reached an arrangement with Micheal's father, and we've both agreed that this is the best approach to rescue our neighbourhood from supernatural impurity while also leaving a lasting legacy for our family," Dad said. I grabbed the glass and drank the entire contents in less than 10 seconds before pouring myself another.

"We together have decided to get you and Micheal… Engaged!" Dad and Micheal both cheered enthusiastically. I choked on my water and possibly vomited in my mouth just hearing the word engaged. Before I could comprehend what had just been stated, I snatched a towel off the table. This is exactly what they had planned for me all along, and I was completely unaware of it.