MIA
Alpha Robert looked at me as I told him what exactly happened when he wasn’t around, and I wouldn’t sugarcoat it for him.
“I was abused by my father, Alpha Robert,” I said, his face hardening. “He was brutal. He tortured me all the time. I am quite surprised you never smelt my blood on him, since it was more frequent.”
Alpha Robert tensed. “Do you know what his favorite thing is to do?” He shook his head as I explained to him. “His favorite thing was to bring home a device from the cells and use it on me.”
I pulled my shorts up my leg on the left side and showed my scar for him to see. I kept my eyes on him while I spoke. “This was his last parting gift. He laced it with wolfsbane and repeatedly stabbed me—not in any other place.”
“Three times in the same place.”
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