Lucas’ POV The moment my supposed excuse of a father raised his hand at Amelia, I saw red. In every fucking dimension.I acted purely on impulse… maybe even reflex. My hand shot out so fast, no one saw it coming. Then I held that hand of his in a death grip.How dare he try to hit her? And no less, right in front of me?!A big fucking mistake on his path, if you ask me.“What the hell are you doing, Lucas?” My father, Former Alpha Victor thundered, trying to no avail to snatch his hand from my grip.“That's a question I should be asking you, don't you think, old man?” I asked, raising a questioning brow at him, as my fingers tightened angrily around his grip. “Trying to hit a woman in broad daylight, without a single twinge of shame clawing at your conscience?”“Who are you to preach about conscience to anyone, Lucas?” he asked“I might not be capable of preaching about conscience to anyone else, but to you, no one is above that duty, Father. Fucking hell…” I yelled, cursing as my th
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