Chapter 10

AMY

I moved closer to him, subconsciously touching every one of his scars. I could not help but wonder how.

His body was a temple that should be worshiped, but look at the scars everywhere. It is hard to tell that the body I am looking at belongs to a living person.

He had deep scars, deep scars that you can tell the cut that happened might have left his life being threatened.

He must have been on the verge of life and death between all of the incidents that must have happened.

“You are cut!” That was all I could say. I just didn't realize that tears were gushing out of my eyes and I was shivering with fear for him.

He raised my face and wiped it clean. I didn't want to embarrass myself, but who knew I would see his scars?

I have always been an emotional person; everyone knows. He didn't even look slightly disgusted by my look and what I am looking like at the moment.

“I am sorry!” I said, and he chuckled.

“It's good to see that you are so emotional about my things; you don't have to be sorry!” He said, and I nodded.

“I don't have to be sorry!” I said to myself in my head.

“How… how did you get all these scars?” I asked, stammering as I looked at his face. He smiled and looked down at his scars and held my hand.

He led me to sit down and allowed me to touch his scars again. I felt so sorry for him as I looked at the scars.

“That scar you are touching right now was from when I was a little boy. My stepbrother and I were playing, and he pushed me off!” He said it casually, and I was shocked.

He was pushed off by his stepbrother when he was just a boy! How devilish can the brother be?

“You, your brother!” I stammered again, finding it hard to assimilate what he just said to me.

“Yes, my mother died when she gave birth to me, and after two months, my dad married another woman.” He said nonchalantly.

“She was my mother's friend, and she already had a son. So she raised me with spite and anger. She never favored me,” he continued, and I was shocked.

Who gets married to his late wife's best friend, and to worsen the matter, just two months after the death of his wife?

That is so suspicious, and I can't even shake off the feeling that he knows something about the matter. Maybe his mother didn't even die a natural death after she gave birth.

Because why!

“I was labelled as having killed my mother. I tried to fight for my father's love against all odds, but it wasn't easy.” He continued, and I listened.

“My stepmother always finds a way to say I didn't deserve anything. That I was a bad child! She beats me at any slight chance, and I think her son took it to her.” He added, and I nodded.

I don't blame the spiteful mother and son; well, I blame his father. He brought all of these on Charles.

Must he marry another woman? Who knows? Maybe he was having an affair before Charles’ mother died as well.

“He was two years older than I. He is my brother, so I love him, but he never did. Well, you didn't really think of that when I was a boy.” Charles kept narrating his story to me, and I felt so sad listening.

Never would I have imagined that the Lycan king, the strongest man in the wolf empire, had gone through a very harsh situation in life.

“I had a brother, and I loved my brother; that was all that was in my head, and he pushed me off from the top when we were playing.” He said, and I froze, staring at his face.

“He pushed me against the window, and the window broke, letting me out of the house from that side.” He continued, and I could picture everything in my head.

It must have been crazy and bloody.

“I fell to the ground floor with glasses shattered around me. So naturally the glass pierced my skin. He stood there, at the very top, looking at me for hours till I passed out, and I was rescued by the butler.” He added, and I was shocked.

What a devilish child that is! How can he watch his brother die like that? He didn't even care a bit about the boy!

“So sorry!” I said as I rubbed his hand like I could take away the pain and scar from his body.

“Well, the scar showed me the reality of the world I lived in and the fact that I shouldn't trust them and they never loved me.” He said, and I nodded.

“So pick any scar and let me tell you about it!” He said, and I looked at him. Why is he treating his scar like a tourist center and a thing I can just explore just like that?

I looked at him and swallowed my words. I wanted to know, and this is the only option I have to know about his scars.

“What about this?” I asked, and he smiled.

“That was the day my chamber collapsed!” He said it, and I was shocked.

“What!” I exclaimed, and he nodded.

“When I turned thirteen, I was already trained as a level thirteen warrior, unlike my step brother. He was the spoiled brat acting like the heir who doesn't need to fight!” He said it, and I was taken aback.

“I thought every man was a warrior, and they should all train!” I said, and he nodded.

“That is true, but that does not apply to my stepbrother. He was his mother's side-bag, and he never does any hard job,” he said, and I was shocked.

“What about your father? What did he say?” I asked with confusion.

“He never said anything!” He replied,

“What!”