Claiming The Alpha Daughter(First in the Alpha Series)

Chapter 11: Re-written

Aaliyah looked at the child in the casket. Claw was against giving him a funeral but she insisted and convinced him.

She watched as the boy was placed inside of the wooden box called the casket and played with the dirt. Watching his casket get dirt thrown onto it as they buried the small child, made her feel a certain way. Closing her eyes she got up and dusted the dirt off of herself. She slowly made her way back to the room.

Aaliyah took this hard, she couldn't stand death. She's always hated it. She crawled into her bed curling into the blankets.

She refused to train, refused to eat, bathe and anything else. Claw came into the room and saw her back to the door. He leisurely made his way to her touching her shoulder.

"Aaliyah..." She flinched slightly to this and sat up looking at him.
"Yes?" He was surprised, he had been seeing her in such a calming mood lately, for a while now actually.

"I...I just wanted to see if you wanted anything, " he stated and she shook her head. "No." She laid her head back down. Claw finally had an idea of some sort, but at first, wasn't sure if he wanted to follow through with it. He picked her up, now he couldn't go back on his idea for sure.

"H-Hey what are you doing? let me go!" She tried to wiggle out of his arms but he held her still. She screamed at the top of her lungs and kicked her legs. She didn't want to be touched by this man she was to call her mate.

"W-what are you doing?! Stop it let me go!" Claw signed and held her close to her chest.

"Please Aaliyah.. look at me, you can hate me forever" Aaliyah knew he was right.

"Yes, I can! Stop!" Aaliyah held onto his shirt and closed her eyes. She grunted harshly and screamed into his chest.

"You haven't even cried...you didn't even cry about the child....you need to, you can't just hold it all in."

"You need to hit me -hurt me for what I said, you need to do something...and just know that I am sincerely remorseful, Aaliyah, please." Aaliyah realized she did need to do something other than smile all the time and pretend everything's ok. She had to realize that she couldn't just be a closed in child for the rest of her life.

Her lip poked out as tears welled from her eyes, she slowly began to cry into his chest. Her tears stained his shirt making a soaked puddle. Claw rubbed the back of her shirt in circles soothing her. He felt like shit for what he said to her and wanted to make things up to her.

"I love you...I love you so much...But I don't hate you...I still love you and I won't leave you" Claw smiled a bit and held her close. He still felt like a total asshole but he couldn't help but have her near him. He hated sleeping in his office.

"I...I forgive you..but not all the way...I-I'll forgive you later...but I forgive you halfway" Claw didn't understand but slowly nodded knowing it's better than nothing.

"Alright...that's...that is better than nothing. I don't know how I feel about this but I'm sorry you had to witness something like that. You were a baby and I dismissed the fact that you watched your mother....that you have been scared of that day." Aaliyah wiped her tears and smiled a little. The fact that he kept her small innocence made him question, but maybe that's why she stayed like a child till seventeen. To hold that five-year-old innocence.

"I'll do training tomorrow." Claw held her tightly and laid down onto the bed with her on top. As much that he felt like an ass, he couldn't help but enjoy her on top of him and sleep.

"Now just sleep..just sleep okay?" smiling he bit his lip and closed his eyes.

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"My daughter...my baby." Michael Abela sat in his room facing the wall. His bandages had grown old but his wounds have healed. He couldn't help but just stare at the wall as his pack had been going into chaos. People left but the majority of his pack had stayed and tried to help him but all he had wanted was his daughter. She could be dead and he wouldn't know it.

His hair had been a mess and he smelled like a homeless man on the side of a street. His room was pitch black with pictures of him and his mate around the room with her face scratched out. He only had some pictures of him and his daughter when she was young and then grown older.

When his mate was murdered, and then whoever killed the men who hurt his love and almost hurt his child. He never let her out, ever since that day he couldn't help but have her in arm's length at all times and then never letting her do anything that would raise suspicion. He didn't want her to meet her mate until he was dead because he couldn't stand just seeing her in another man's arms.

She was simply the spitting image of his wife and seeing her with someone else had scared him even more. Even when she was with Harry he couldn't help but want to tear his throat out of his body. It wasn't acceptable but he couldn't help but have thoughts.

He hated himself for having the thoughts but then seeing his daughter laugh like his mate, sing or do anything it gave him chills. He didn't understand his mind when instead of his daughter, he saw his mate.

He looked up at the dark wall and stood up. His putrid smell had gone through his entire room and decided to take a shower He was determined to get his daughter back, no matter the cost.

He had ordered Harry to set up a meeting after his shower and then needed his best so he could save his one and only from that monster that she was with.