Klaus POV

The large massive wooden desk stared back at me as a larger black leather-bound chair sat just behind it. Sighing heavily I dropped into the chair while I could still sit. Rubbing my temple wearily I looked over to the massive glass door. They were locked and covered with black out curtains. But I knew that they would lead to the clearing where logs and a massive bonfire awaited me.

Taking in a long heavy breath I slunk further into my chair. I couldn't help the boiling rage that filled my heart. Who the hell was that little shit to joke about my husband's death? The thought of Maddox forced my heart and body to ache painfully. There was nothing that I wanted more than to hear him complain that I'm hovering.

Instead, he was gone and my brother was making jokes about it. Slowly the door began to open as I looked to see a father walking into the room. I could hear the lock of the front door as the soundproof walls swirled around me. I hated the fact that I was about to be spanked for something that isn't my fault. He started it. I was going to end if. What was wrong with that.

But all I could see was his father 's hard cold face, his blue eyes jaded and closed off as he spoke in a low voice. "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you." As he spoke he moved with blinding vampire speed.

With a sharp crack, pain shot through my backside blinding and fast and for a moment I felt nothing then a burning stinging pain that heated my whole body.

No! I turn back to see a thick leather belt cracking down on me again this time with more force as I bit my bottom lip. Blood pooled into my mouth as my heart pounded loudly in my ear as the whips came faster and faster with blinding speed. Soon the pressure built in my chest and my lungs burned. White-hot pain shot through me as all the cries that I held in came out in a flood.

Hot tears and pleading words spilled from my mouth as I kicked and wiggled but his legs kept me pin as his large meaty right-handed me in place forcing my back still and stiff as his left-hand moved even faster. Blinding pain-filled whips cracked down long with pain-filled shrieks that force my throat to grow dry and my voice raspy.

In a panic, I felt my fangs elongating biting deep into my father's leg. "Niklaus!" He yelled angrily at me as I could smell his pain. Coming off of him in soft purple waves. Copper fluid filled my mouth as my tears grew more frequent as dad gripped tightly to the back of my neck forcing me to let go of his leg.

"You will not hurt me or yourself, stop and take your punishment like a good puppy" I whimpered but the commanding alpha air forced me to unlatch from his legs as a snarl of relief left his lips as he glared at me. "It's not fair"

My face drenched in tears in my body shaking in pain as a father finally pulled my pants up. Balancing me gently on his lap as his face grew soft and worried.

Running a tentative finger over my cheek, the soft caress helps forget my pain only for a few moments. My ass was still very much burning from pain as I took in a heavy breath trying to shake on the pain. But all I could do was cry into my father's chest.

"I know baby it's not fair, Maddox was a good man and a great father. He didn't serve to die that way. But you can't lash out knowing you shouldn't be drawing attention to us. Mikeal is still out there with a white oak stake. It's oneone-time-uset we both know where he is and he won't stop until we are all dead which means, what?"

Balling my fist tightly into his shirt as he cooed at me ruining his tentative fingers through my hair as a sense of exhaustion ran over me. "That we have to kill him but that is only possible if we plan and stay hidden. But that doesn't mean that Maddy had to die it's not fair"

I could help the fresh tears that we're streaming down my face as my dad cooed at me. I hated it when he did that but sitting in his lap as he adjusted my clothes bouncing me in my lap until I fell asleep but I could hear his gentle words. "I know but he wouldn't want you to follow him into a grave." There is a weakness to his tone as a blackness swallowed me as I drifted aimlessly for hours.

I didn't know that I had fallen asleep until my lids slowly began to open and the smooth sheets felt cool against my skin as I slowly opened my eyes to see a girl. She was rigid and cold staring blankly out the window, her eyes locked on the horizon resting just outside of the window. Her green eyes were cold and filled with hatred in her eyes as she spoke in a low tone. "I don't like him"

Her words pooled with venom as her husky voice filled my ears rolling onto my back and a soft hiss left my lips as pain flooded my senses. The sheet shifted against my skin and as I looked down at my clothes I noticed that they weren't the same ones that I had fallen asleep in. Instantly my face began to heat up as a pair of loose-fitting black sweatpants and a deep navy blue v neck stared back at me.

"What is his problem anyway" There was hatred filling her tone with each passing moment growing more intense as he took in a deep breath I glared at her. Slowly pulling myself up in my bed as I spoke in a warm tone of my own. Doing my best not to let my father hear the rage building in my voice I knew that he had to be listening.

"Besides the fact that he is homophobic?" I cocked my eyebrows upwards as she snapped her head back.

Letting the bright golden light of the orange horizon greet me, golden light flooded the floor as the sun began to dip down across the horizon. A warm smile pulled at my lips as I threw the blankets back. Dany had been good to Ty in the days that followed the mess she looked out for him and me. She was a second in command in all things I enjoyed having her around. I released her from my sire bond the moment that Elijah tried to kill Ty. But she stayed despite that fact.

"Yeah besides that" Her tone was annoyed as her eyes rolled casually as she glared at me with a pointed narrowing stare. Any other time I might have lost my shit but instead, I grinned weakly at her. I'm sure that the bonfire would be ready at any moment.

"Four years ago my father announced that he wasn't sure which of his sons would be the heir of the North-East Atlantic Pack. Since then he has been taunting me, trying to one-up me. He thinks that since I'm a hybrid that I don't have the right to lead a bunch of pure wolves."

I rolled my eyes because as I started to get out of bed the sight of the massive room stared back at me. There was an artist's desk and paints littering the brown desk. The queen size bed was pressed firmly against the wall as the massive closest started back at me. The door was slightly ajar as I noted the clothes that were resting in it as well as the black duffle bag that was resting on the floor. "So what, there are other wolves and other packs."

I laughed a cold biting laugh as I shook my head, she didn't know the first thing about the seven bloodlines. "The wolf gene used to be a lot more limited, there were originally seven bloodlines that emerged. Those seven bloodlines are royalty they are the purest forms of wolves. They can turn other wolves by biting them. Their venom doesn't just have power over vampires but by humans as well. They are the equivalent to the high council of witches or the original vampires. Being alpha of this pack is power. There is no getting another pack, not one as powerful as this. My father has 50 wolves from my bloodline as well as one that he turned. He is one of our clans' most notable alphas. To be passed up by him would be an insult, one that my little brother would never recover from. That is why he is like that but at the moment it doesn't matter let's get to the bonfire. Where is Ty?"

Even as I spoke I could see the way that her attitude shifted as she took in a deep breath letting her shoulder slump as an expression of defeat formed on her face she looked exhausted. "I have been trying to get him up for hours. He won't listen. He said that he doesn't care about the bonfire he is going to sleep and that we all need to stop bugging him." I chuckled gently before sighing heavily.

"Alright then let him rest, he hasn't been doing much of that lately. Let's go." There was a watch to my tone as I started to make my way out of the room. My father was right about one thing. I wasn't going to follow Maddox into the grave but I would give him some company.