2 Humiliated

In an instant, Trevor stormed through her door. Turning on the lights, he looks about for the threat, but then his gaze comes to rest on me. His expression turns from anxious to murderous as he stalks in my direction. Cara hurries over to embrace her dad.

"She frightened me, daddy. Make her go away, I don't want her her in my room," she murmurs into his pajamas. Her entire body quivers, as though she had encountered a demon rather than her mother.

My own daughter no longer even calls me "mommy," which further crushes my heart. I'm only referred to as "her" or "she" these days. like I was some stranger and nothing more.

As he looks at our daughter, Trevor's gaze softens. "Calm down baby. Go to my room and wait for me. We'll leave when I come, okay?"

These days, that was the only thing we had in common. our devotion to our daughter. A daughter who appeared to be the ideal combination of Trevor and myself. Her hair is strawberry blonde. Since I'm a blondie, the blonde is coming from me. Her dad's hair is brown and I can see the color mixture. She also has his blue eyes

"Are we visiting mummy Alia? She exclaims, her voice filled with delight, "I love staying with her." My heart bleeds a little bit more for her eagerness to see Alia.

Months ago, she stopped referring to me as her mommy. She transfered all the love she had for me to Alia. She hasn't talked to me or allowed me to get close to her in months. Even my own kid thinks Alia is better than me. Cara now despises me and wants no contact with me, just like Trevor did.

Trevor kindly says to her, "Yes baby, go now so I can finish up here."

Cara smiles and looks at her dad before glaring at me and walking out of the room.

"What are you doing here and why are you disturbing her peace?" he demands, his formerly kind expression turning deadly in the blink of an eye.

I get up, sigh, and then I respond. "What do you mean, Trevor. Cara is my daughter. Is it a crime for me to be close to her?"

Cara was now so hostile toward me that I could not even approach her without her yelling at me to move away. Ever since Trevor had introduced her to his lover, she had changed totally. She became closer to Alia, ignoring me her mother.

Goddess knows how much I detested the liar.

"Well if your eyes and your brain still work, you'd have figured out by now that she doesn't fucking want you around. And if you haven't, get that through your dense mind, please!" Anger rose with me. Cara is my daughter and no one would take her away from me, no matter what.

"And it's entirely your fault, Trevor. You allow that bitch if a woman deceive her. You're gravely mistaken if you think I'll let that dumb hoe raise my daughter." I yelled out contemptuously.

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, gazing at him from where I was. I wasn't expecting the slap. My ears were ringing from the collision and my world spinning.

He said angrily, "Don't you ever, and I repeat, don't you ever speak about my mate like that." He gave me a disgusted look and then spat on me. Without even turning around, he exited the room, and a few minutes later, I heard them walk out.

I couldn't believe what just happened. Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the floor. My right cheek hurts. He hit me because of that woman.

Why would he do that to me? Those hands held me. Those hands touched me in a loving manner and those hands consoled me. How then could he hit me?

The next day,

I look at the enormous house in front of me with uncertainty. Somewhere outside, I could hear the loud music being played. Children's screams as they played could also be heard.

I hadn't been invited to Cara's wolf awakening and seventh birthday. Not even that I knew there was a party. How pitiful is that? Unaware that your own daughter was getting ready for an awakening and a birthday party.

An awakening was a very important and memorable day in the life of a parent and their pup. Although they're not able to shift yet, their abilities begin to develop.

Trevor was the one I had called to inquire what I should plan. He had angrily replied that Alia was taking care of everything. Because neither he nor Cara wanted me to attend, I shouldn't have bothered.

Her events were always organized by me, and they were always held at our house. However, it was held at Alia's this year.

It seems that Cara requested her to organize it. Since I don't organize her parties the way she wants them to, in her opinion. She detested them as they were bland and uninteresting all the time.

Knowing that Cara had never enjoyed or valued the time and effort I put into the planning had hurt. That it was insufficient. That she despised those parties.

Knowing that Alia had undone everything I'd ever done made me sigh. That under her feet, all I had done was trampled upon like they were nothing.

Why does it ache like crazy? Months have passed since her return. I was hanging on, even though I should have been acclimated to the new reality by now.

My wolf Magenta whispered, "Adri, we should do this." While trying to summon the bravery to go to her house on foot. A place where I am still unwelcome.

She goes on, "We shouldn't be absent from our own pup's party."

If I had believed that Trevor's actions were painful then I had no idea at the time how much this would hurt me. That on the day I fucking gave birth to her, Cara and Trevor hadn't wanted me there. I was angry with them, but my anger turned into hurt. My heart is broken.

I stride onward, pushing those thoughts aside. I was completely amazed when I stepped inside after the door had been opened. Everything looked amazing; Alia had done a fantastic job. It appeared as though I just entered in to Disney Land.

I head into the backyard after following the sound of the music. They had turned the lash field into a fantasy. There was a carpet of pink, purple, and white flowers. Tablecloths made of shimmering silver covered tables.

Four seats at each table were coated in white satin. Silver ribbons were then used to tie them. Everything was elegant and sophisticated. Is this the reason why Cara detests my parties?

Knowing that nothing I had done had been sufficient for Cara makes me feel less confident.

I snap out of my reverie when I hear a yell, "What are you doing here?!"

I look around and see Cara. She looks at me with scorn and rage. As though my entire existence would make her day miserable. The guests had turned to see her shout. Both humans and Lycans.

I remain silent. Not knowing what had changed in Cara. Why did she suddenly despise me? Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said?

"Go, I don't want you here, and don't ever come back!" She let out a shout. Her hands clenched into fists.

I softly say to her, "Darling, I got you a gift. I hope you like it." I was trying not to cry, as my voice was shaky.

I was trying very hard. Being the talk of the town was the last thing I wanted. Because of our bond, I could sense our packmates' sympathy. Also, I am aware that most people disagree with Trevor's actions. Yet I don't need their sympathy. My family is all I want. I want my daughter and my mate back.

Cara extends her hand to accept the gift. I was about to give a relieved sigh and give her a smile. She then does something, that I did not ever expect.

She hurled the gift to the ground before trampling on it, shattering the doll I had gotten for her. Gazing upon the broken doll, I see the ideal representation of my own broken heart. She just trampled on my heart, and now she did the same to the doll.

She angrily yelled at me, "I told you I don't want to see you, and I don't want your dumb and ugly gift." She seemed to tremble, as though her rage and hatred were out of control.

How did it end up like this? What was it that Alia had that I did not? What was it that caused my relatives to despise me yet love her?

I never did anything but love them. Give everything I have to them. I gave them the best of me. I've made every effort to be the ideal wife and mate. To be the ideal mother, but it didn't seem like that was sufficient. Because in their hearts, Alia readily took my place.

I whisper her name out, "Cara...." I almost choked with tears and pain.