CHAPTER 12

***Dale’s POV***

While Jacob tried his best to convince Alpha Travis and his daughter into becoming his allies, I couldn’t help but notice the little boy from a distance. The boy who was about six years old was busy cleaning the yard of the huge house owned by Alpha Travis. As I continued to observe the little boy, vivid memories from my childhood flooded my head.

(several years ago)

I was still awake but I couldn’t see anything inside the room. However, I have already memorized every nook of the tiny storage area where she kept her shoes and slippers. The space was too tiny but I couldn’t complain. After all, my body was also small. The little cot was good enough for me to sleep on as long as I would like a fetus.

I ignored the pain from the welts of her whipping. Apparently, my body had gotten used to it. Who doesn't get used to it if the ray fish tail would touch my skin almost every day?

I wanted to cry and ask for help but it would only hurt me more. Also, if it wasn't because of