Chapter Ninety- Part Two

(Damien’s POV)

Beneath all those shades of darkness, there was once an innocent boy.

~The Past~

My father took me back to the basement, the same place I had grown to dread.

“You know why you are here?” He asks me

“Because I spoke out of turn,” I respond, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t that; he just wanted to punish me. I felt the metal-built whip against my skin, and I grit my teeth. All the pain I felt had been building inside of me for years; the anger made me stronger; the punishment—it all contributed to that. My father believed he knew everything, but there were things he didn't, and his pride would never allow him to. He always kept his gun on the desk. He keeps it there because he believed none of us could ever get to it before he did; he keeps it there to taunt us. My hands were chained to a pole as more hits landed on my back.

“You know why I do this?” he asks.

“Yes. To make me stronger, to make me worthy of the Alpha title,” I answered dully.

What my father hadn’t known was