Chapter 102 Miles

• All visits had been called off for the day, and we had traveled to the motel across state that we had booked into. Leaving earlier than planned, since we left immediately after the incident at Silver River Pack. Anyone would think I had gone in and killed half their pack or something the way my Dad was reacting. I was done with the attitude of my Dad. Was I not entitled to an opinion? This was my life after all. My future and, ultimately, my Dad had known from the moment he had begun discussing all this arranged chosen mate crap, that it was not what I wanted.
• Yet, he took control, like he always does. Taking his Alpha role. Dictating to one and all, and giving me no choice. No choice in my own life? That I did not agree with, and was not about to back down. And, I had made that clear on many occasions before we left. Told him why I did not want this, yet he had forced me to come, in spite of that. So why he would think this trip would go well, I truly do not know.
• Now, I had spent hours enduring my father lecturing me non-stop about how I should be respecting him. Doing as I am told. Because, apparently, my actions at Silver River Pack were not only disrespecting their Alpha, but a huge disrespect to my own pack and my own father. How he came to that conclusion, I have no clue. I think my Dad came up with his own rhetoric to make himself feel better. Make himself feel more important. Well, it wasn’t going to work with me. I was sick of being treated this way. He was basically treating me like I am still a young child, and not the adult I was. He evidently thought there would be a point when I would buckle and back down to him and admit my mistakes, then agree to all he wanted. But, if that was what my Dad was expecting of me, he was wrong. I was as stubborn as he was. I would not, and I did not.