Chapter 40

Frank POV

"My father's voice was laced with anger and unease as he scolded me, 'Your behavior towards Clara is completely unacceptable. The entire school, including her parents, have filed complaints about your treatment of her. We won't tolerate such insolence from you!' I remained nonchalant, sipping my breakfast without acknowledging his words or even nodding in acceptance.”

"My father's eyes narrowed, his face reddening with frustration as he tried to ignore me. But I couldn't resist pushing his buttons. Just then, Clara walked in with a bandage around her head, and I continued eating nonchalantly.

'Good morning, Dad,' she said, her soft, radiant smile showcasing her angelic white teeth. I mumbled something under my breath, which escaped as a soft chuckle. 'What's funny, son?' my father asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance.”

"I turned to Clara, my gaze drifting down to her toes in disgust. 'Good morning, Clara. What happened to your head?' I asked, anticipating the disapproving look from my parents. Clara winced, 'Mm, a car ran me off the road last night.' Her voice was laced with a mix of pain and unease, and I could sense my parents' tension spike, their eyes darting between us with concern and suspicion.”

"Have a seat, child," my mom said, gesturing to a chair closer to me, her eyes scanning the room. "Thanks, Mom," she replied. I watched as she directed Clara to the chair beside mine. I sniffed in frustration, feeling like I was being suffocated, my eyes blinking rapidly as if I were trying to escape.

"Mrs. Kaliopi, please get Clara some hot chocolate; that's her favorite, right, Clara?" my mom asked, her arms crossing over her chest as she touched Clara's cheek. I felt my heart racing at the tender gesture, and I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, "That's just unbelievable.”

Clara smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering closed as she nodded. My mom bustled off to the kitchen, leaving us alone for a moment. I glared at Clara, my mind racing with questions. What was she doing here? How did she end up in a car accident? And why was my mom treating her like a fragile doll?

"Hey," Clara whispered, her eyes opening to meet mine. "Thanks for your mom's kindness."

"That suits you well," I sneered, my gaze piercing into hers. "I don't see any signs of disfigurement under that bandage. I think you're just fine, Clara. You're always playing tricks, so why don't I take a look at this so-called injury myself?" My voice was laced with sarcasm, and my dad's eyes darted towards us, but he seemed oblivious to the tension.

Clara's response left me taken aback. "Go to hell, Frank," she whispered, her eyes flashing with anger.

I leaned in, my voice barely audible. "I'll meet you there, Clara." The air was thick with hostility, and I could feel the animosity between us.

My mom's attempts to intervene only seemed to fuel the fire. "Frank, stop teasing Clara. She's been through an ordeal," she chastised, but I just shrugged, my eyes never leaving Clara's face.

Clara's gaze held a challenge, and I could sense the unspoken words hanging between us. This was far from over.

Just then, my dad cleared his throat, his voice booming through the room. "Enough, Frank. Clara, how are you feeling? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Her eyes flickered towards my dad, and she hesitated before speaking. "I... I think I'll be okay, dad, Just a minor concussion."

My mom bustled over, fussing over Clara like a mother hen. "Well, you're staying here with us until you're feeling better. No arguments." What? Mom, what exactly do you mean? When you made mention of Clara staying in our house, she couldn't stay here, I declared. I rolled my eyes, my mind racing with protests, but Clara's gaze locked onto mine, and I knew this was far from over.

"Son, as the alpha of this pack, it's time for you to find a mate to rule by your side," my father said, his eyes fixed on me. "And Clara is a suitable choice. What do you think, Frank?"

My mind raced with horror at the suggestion. "I think it's a disaster waiting to happen," I spat, my voice venomous. "Clara only looks out for herself. She's not fit to rule this pack. Ask her; she'll prove me right."

The silence that followed was deafening, my parents' faces frozen in shock at my outburst. My mother's eyes pleaded with me to reconsider, but I knew my mind was made up. Clara as my mate and co-leader of the pack? Unthinkable.

My father's expression turned stern, his eyes flashing with a warning. "Frankly, you will consider Clara your mate and future alpha. She has qualities that would benefit our pack."

I snorted, incredulous. "Qualities? Like manipulation and selfishness?” Her eyes narrowed, and her face paled with anger. "How dare you, Frank?" she hissed.

My mother intervened, her voice calm but firm. "Stop it,Frank. Clara, please forgive our son's outburst. He's just struggling with the idea."

But I knew my parents were blind to Clara's true nature. I was the only one who saw her for what she truly was—a power-hungry, manipulative wolf who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

As the tension in the room escalated, I knew I had to take a stand. I pushed my chair back, my eyes locked on Clara. "I refuse to consider her my mate. And I'll fight tooth and nail against it."


The phrase is mostly correct, but there are a few small errors. Here's a revised version:

"Are you satisfied now, you selfish little thing? Laura is my mate, and you'll have to accept that, no matter what. Okay?" I warned, leaving the dining room with anger and helplessness buzzing in my ears like a soundtrack.

"Are you satisfied now, you selfish little thing? Laura is my mate, and you'll have to accept that, no matter what. Okay?" I warned, leaving the dining room with anger and helplessness buzzing in my ears like a soundtrack.

"I sighed in relief, thinking that Laura's place would be a better refuge for easing this intense moment, and hastily drove out of the compound.”