#Chapter 7 Lycan King’s Personal Maid

Dean’s POV

Harper is nothing like her family. And although I maintain a blank expression, my wolf and I both mentally frown at the contrast. Harper’s bubbly nature and broad beaming smile are nothing like the drab, ugly frowns that her stepmother and half-sister have on.

Her father lacks all her softness as he storms up the path towards us, seething in fury. “You good for nothing idiot! I told you to do whatever it took to stay within those castle walls!”

I see Harper succumb to her father’s rage, as if she has dealt with it many times before. “Just this once child, just this once could you have listened to me? I asked you one simple thing! To stay in that goddamn castle.”

“But… but I do listen to you father-”

“Shush girl, do not speak when your father is speaking,” her mother interjects, allowing her father to continue his malicious brigade.

“You never do as I say! And now you will deal with the consequences by being expelled from my pack!”

I watch the fear line her eyes with fresh t