บททั้งหมดของ How Villains Are Born : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Damien's POV"Damien, stop. Please! You're hurting yourself." Beta Mason begged me from the door of my room. But he couldn't take a step in. He shouldn't. Ignoring him, I continued throwing my fist to the mirror again and again until I could no longer raise my arm. Blood poured from the holes in my fist. I was already getting tired, so I staggered into the bathroom to wash the blood off my hand. As I walked, I purposely stepped on the broken pieces of glass that lay shattered on the floor, causing my foot to bleed as well. Getting into my bathroom, there was yet another mirror. Each time I saw him in the mirror staring at me, I felt a usual anger, this extreme hatred! The feeling always came back. So, I began to punch the mirror as well until I could no longer see him. Just the reflection of his pieces. "Open up! Damien open the goddamn door!" I heard Beta Mason shout from the other end of the toilet door, banging it hard. I was too weak to respond or even move, my hand felt pa

Damien's POV "Look, I swear, I won't say a word about where you are. Please, don't hurt me. Just let me go." I enjoyed Dylan begging me. It was strange. A strange feeling. I was supposed to be a good kid. A good Alpha. But here I was torturing the packs' tracker, pointing a gun to his head. It felt…..I don't know. His leg was bleeding seriously. I had shot his wolf earlier, before it grabbed me. What part of 'do not want to be an Alpha' does uncle Mason not understand. "I don't believe you. I don't believe anyone." So, I held the pistol to his head and grabbed a rope and tied him to a tree, then I began to walk back to the car. My hand, still holding the pistol to his face. "Why you doing this man? You should be fucking proud to be an Alpha. Imma grab that chance with one hand!" Dylan said, still moaning from the pain in his leg. I turned to look at him. I didn't want to hurt him anymore. "You have to learn to look on the inside, friend. Things are not what they seem. There

Damien's POV "Lycan Apex? That… That wasn't possible. Is it true?" I asked Echo who was already running towards my dad. Echo leaped onto my father's wolf, slashing his belly with his claws. Dad's wolf was sent flying, leaving marks on the floor as he landed at the other side of the room. The power behind Echo's attack stunned me. He seemed weightless, like an empty jar. A surge of strength rushed through me, making me feel like a muscular, powerful male. I felt like an Alpha!! Everything in that room immediately seemed to obey me. Even as little as the books that lay on my father's table. Or was it just an illusion? Echo roared loudly, sending vibrations of anger and despair round the whole room. My father slowly shifted to human, grabbing his clothes to cover himself. He looked pretty wounded. He was panting heavily. I then shifted too. Slowly, I came to my human form. I walked slowly to my father. I felt a slight pang of guilt in me. But it didn't last long. I was never

Damien's POV The sight of Elara walking away, her head hanging low, struck a chord within me. Echo's words echoed in my mind, his reminder that this was what I wanted. Still, a twinge of guilt pierced through my determination. She shouldn't have to feel this way. But the pain she felt now would be nothing compared to the rejection I would deliver. "What have you done, Echo? Are you crazy? What did you say to her?" My voice was tinged with anger as I confronted my wolf. His response was calm and straightforward, as if he had just carried out a task I had assigned. "Isn't this what you wanted? I sped up the process!" Echo's words held a hint of justification, and for a moment, I couldn't deny that he was right. This was the path I had chosen, and I wasn't about to deviate from it now. "You know what, Echo? You're right. Let's just forget this ever happened. I don't think she will ever come back. Besides, there is no room for her!" I spoke with an edge of finality, suppressing any re

Elara's POV I arrived home feeling a bit nervous. Infact, too nervous to face my dad. He would definitely sense I was worried and would begin to question me He was working on the TV. It got broken early this morning. Actually, I broke it as I hurriedly ran out of the sitting area. My father was calm and simply told me he would fix it. "Hi dad." I said, covering my emotions with a heavy smile. "Hey goldfish. You're back. Guess what? I fixed the TV. Some wires got disconnected and a few nots had to be tied back, and walllah, our TV is working just fine. How was school today?" He asked me, wiping his dirty hands off with a white wiper. "Yeah. School was okay. Perfect as always." I lied. If he find out what happened, he would get really worried. "You sure, Elara?" He asked me. He was now focused on making sure I was okay. It seemed like he suspected something. "Yes pops. Come on, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm very fine." I assured him. My father sighed. "He already knows, Elar