The Cruel Alpha's Daughter's Mate

Chapter 5

Lara

“We should just pack our stuff and move to that cute little cave on top of the mountain. It would be less stressful and a hell of a lot easier on our nerves,” Phoenix said as we walked down the stairs.

“I know. Seeing him in Heidi’s bedroom like that was very unnerving,” I replied.

“Well, if we move up the mountain, we will be safe,” Phoenix said, making me aware of how desperately she wanted to get out of here. We reached the bottom of the stairs and I made my way into the kitchen to begin cleaning up. For someone who lived a life of discipline and structure, my father wasn’t the cleanest person to live with. The house was usually a mess after he was left to his own devices, but today, it looked like a bunch of college kids had thrown a party. There were empty alcohol bottles laying all over the floor and on top of the various surfaces of the living room and kitchen. There were items of clothing and towels strewn across the floor. Dirty plates were left on benches and tables and bits of food were scattered on the benches and on the floor.

“What the hell happened in here?” Phoenix asked in bewilderment as we looked around at the mess which greeted us.

“That’s a very good question,” I replied.

“We have to get out of here Lara. We cannot continue to waste our lives cleaning up after this over grown man child. We deserve better than this,” Phoenix said, showing her disapproval at the way our father chose to live and behave.

“Okay phoenix. You win. We will begin planning to leave here tomorrow. You’re right, we do deserve better than this,” I promised her.

Phoenix let out an excited whoop, “Hey! I said we would make a plan to leave here. I never said anything about the mountain,” I pointed out.

“Oh, man. Come on Lara. Please just think about it… for me…” Phoenix trailed off, using her puppy dog eyes look.

“Phoenix, come on. If we moved up there, we would catch our deaths in the winter,” I pointed out. I needed her to see how seriously dangerous it would be for us to be up there alone in the middle of winter.

“So… you’re not even going to think about it?” she asked, sounding sad about it.

“Phoenix, I get that you want to be away from here. It’s just that we need to be practical in how we go about this. If we leave, we would be leaving everything we know behind. You need to think about that. Plus, we are the future leaders of this pack. Can you just leave them all behind to a fate that you know nothing about?” I asked her.

“Well… when you put it like that… I… I… I don’t know… I mean…” she trailed off, seeming to finally be at a loss for words.

“Well, think about it,” I told her.

She remained silent and we began cleaning up the mess we had walked in to. As I began collecting up the liquor bottles that were scattered around, I set them on the kitchen bench ready to take out to the outside recycling bin. I figured I would get the bulk of the mess sorted out first and ditch the alcohol bottles later.

Once I had gathered up the alcohol bottles, I began to pick up the clothing that was strewn across the floor and as I was picking it all up, Phoenix said, “He had an orgy last night.”

“What?” I asked, confused by her sudden statement.

“He had an orgy last night,” she repeated. “I wonder if Tiffany took part in it,” she added.

“What makes you think he had an orgy last night?” I asked her, wondering where such a remark had come from.

“Well, look at what you just picked up. Those two bras are definitely not for the same sized hooters,” she stated, laughing wickedly.

I did what she said and looked at the bras. They were obviously for very different sized breasts. “Okay, so he hooked up with two pack skanks last night,” I told her, acknowledging that she was right.

“Actually, there were more than two skanks involved with him last night,” Phoenix declared with another wicked laugh.

“How could you possibly know that?” I asked her.

“Look under the sofa and the coffee table,” she replied laughing even harder.

I did as she said and groaned internally. This was getting to be beyond ridiculous. How many skanks did my father need in order to have a good time? I set the clothes I had been holding onto the coffee table, deciding I would just pile it all up there and take it to the laundry room in one trip. As I continued cleaning, I found another bra caught up behind the television. There was also a pair of panties hanging from one of the curtain rods. As I pulled them down, Phoenix began sniffing the air enthusiastically and whispered, “Ooh, raspberry.”

“Huh?” I replied, confused by her statement.

“Edible panties,” she stated in a duh tone.

“Eew, gross,” I replied, chucking the edible panties with the rest of the clothing on the coffee table.

“I wonder who was wearing those edible panties,” Phoenix mused. “Why do you think they didn’t get eaten? I mean, the panties were fully intact. Maybe your father doesn’t like raspberry. But who could not like raspberry? Raspberry is so yummy,” she continued rambling on to herself.

“Phoenix, it doesn’t matter,” I told her.

“Well… I am just curious…,” she said, looking at the pair of raspberry edible panties that I had thrown onto the coffee table.

I had finished picking up all the alcohol bottles and clothing. I leaned down and picked up the pile of clothing from where I had put them on the coffee table. I took the pile of clothing through to the laundry room and threw them into the dirty clothes hamper.

Going back into the living room, I began to clear up the food off the benches and tables, throwing the food scraps into the bin. Then I began gathering up the dirty dishes and glasses and putting them into the sink.

“This is so gross. I will never be able to look at your father the same way again. How can a grown man leave his house like this?” Phoenix asked, as she gagged.

“I have no idea,” I replied, picking up more discarded food.

“We have no idea how long he has been having these kinds of get togethers either. Maybe we should keep an eye out for vermin,” Phoenix pointed out.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Phoenix, we haven’t seen any vermin or any traces of vermin in the time we have been living in this house,” I told her.

“Maybe they are just really good at hiding,” she replied.

“Oh, come on. You’re not afraid of a little mouse, are you?” I asked her.

“What if they’re not mice. What if they are rats as big as bobcats running around?” she asked.

“We would have definitely seen them by now,” I assured her. “Now, let’s finish cleaning this mess up so we can go spend more time with Heidi,” I added.

I went into the cleaning room and got the vacuum cleaner out. Plugging it in and turning it on, I began to vacuum the floor. I was surprised at how long it took to go over the floor. During the course of the evening food had been dropped onto the floor and people had walked on it, causing bits and pieces of it to get caught in the carpet’s fibres.

“If this was my house, I would be replacing that carpet,” Phoenix stated, clearly not impressed by the condition of the floor.

“If this was our house, it wouldn’t be this messy,” I pointed out as I continued to push the vacuum cleaner over the floor.

“Good point,” she agreed. “Seeing what it’s like living with your father makes me scared to think of what our house will look like with children living in it.”

Once I had finished vacuuming the floor, I put the vacuum cleaner away and went into the kitchen. I rinsed off the dishes and began stacking them into the dishwasher and adding the detergent before turning the dishwasher on. I was grateful that the dishwasher would spare me from having to wash all those dirty dishes.

I walked into the cleaning room once more and grabbed a cardboard box and began stacking the empty alcohol bottles into it. Once it was full, I took the box back into the cleaning room to sit alongside the rubbish that needed to be taken to the bigger bin later in the day. Getting out some Dettol cleaning wipes, I began wiping down all the surfaces in the kitchen and living room hoping the antibacterial wipes would be enough to freshen them up.

Once I had finished in that area of the house, I put the pack of Dettol wipes away and moved on to another part of the house that needed to be cleaned.

We made our way upstairs and into my father’s bedroom. As soon as we stepped into the bedroom, I froze. The bedroom was in worse condition then the kitchen and living room had been.

“Are you serious?” Phoenix demanded as we stood there looking around in stunned silence.

The bed was stripped back to its under sheet. The blankets were strewn across the floor in a tangled mess. There were more empty alcohol bottles scattered around in the bedroom, along with clothing strewn across the floor and on the bureau. Pillows were thrown off the bed and scattered across the floor.

“This place looks like a warzone,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head in bewilderment.

“This dude is out of control,” Phoenix stated as she took in the sight before us.

A sinking feeling entered my stomach and on impulse I walked into the bedrooms ensuite bathroom. The sight of the bathroom made me groan out loud. The bathroom floor was wet. There were wet bath towels scattered all over the floor. There were also candles around the room that had dripped copious amounts of wax onto the various surfaces beneath them.

“Oh, this is going to take us forever,” Phoenix groaned, stamping her foot in annoyance.

“Well, we had best get started then hadn’t we,” I replied, as I began cleaning up the mess that my father and his group of skanks had made.