An annoying ringing sound in my ears woke me up, and as my eyes flew open, a banging headache followed.


The events of the past hour or so came rushing like the wind and it dawned on me that I’d had an allergic reaction, and worst of all I wasn’t with my epipen so it escalated and I passed out before the nurse could return with one.

If it’d all gone down in school and I’d been injected with an epipen, I wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t be sick to my stomach about being on the receiving end of my father’s deadly wrath.

He hated weakness. Acted like the stench of it was the most disgusting thing. And here I was, a symbol of weakness personified.


I ripped the blanket off my body in hopes that I could escape from the private hospital lounge before my father could arrive, but I wasn’t that lucky. My hands were gripping the drip attached to my wrist to yank it off when the door bursted open and my father’s huge frame filled the entrance.

Here goes my burial.


“Brown fucking rice, you imbecile!? Rice!??” he slammed the door behind him as his voice thundered through the room.

The bastard acts like I birthed myself and injected myself with a fucking dumb allergy like brown rice. What the hell?

It was pointless trying to reason with him so I just looked him right in the eye stubbornly.

“Children are the blessing, they say, but the moon goddess sent you to me as a damned curse,” his forehead crinkled as he frowned and pointed an accusing finger at me, “you’re nothing but a walking, breathing, bird brained curse!”

Believe me, he’s said worse, so I held his gaze without blinking.

“How is an alpha Prince allergic to common rice? So, your pack cannot count on your because your enemies can bring you to your knees with fucking brown rice?” he snorted and flashed me a look I knew all too well.

Disappointment. Failure. Mistake.

That’s what those haughty and ruthless eyes of his were communicating and I tried my hardest not to show the pain it caused me to be seen as worthless despite the unrivaled strength I possessed.

“Kingsley,” he looked sick to his stomach when he barked my name, “you’re a bloody heir, act like it! how many more times will you bring shame to the pack??”

Shame? It’s a fucking allergy not the end of the world.

He’d just adjusted his suit frantically for the hundredth time when a nurse walked in with a new drip bag and curtseyed in greeting upon seeing him.

“Thank goodness you’re here Alpha Hawthorne,” she sighed, “I think it’ll be best if Kingsley spends the night here so that we can monitor him to complete recovery.”

As soon as it slipped her lips, I could tell that he’d consider it a foolish suggestion.

Without a word, he marched towards me and yanked the drip away from my arm before pulling by my collar and dragging me along while headed for the door. He only stopped when we reached the nurse.

“This emergency bullshit doesn’t go on his record, got it?” he spoke through gritted teeth and I could see her tremble and swallow at the unsaid threat in his words.

He didn’t wait for her response before walking out.

Once we were outside the lounge, he let go off my collar and looked at the hand he’d used to hold me like he wanted to amputate it from him body. “Ride with him, I don’t want to see your disgraceful face.”

He was referring to his beta, Sinclair, and as soon as he’d shot me a spiteful glare he walked off with majority of the guards trailing behind him.

Frankly, I didn’t want to see my father’s face either. He was either regarding me with hateful or disappointed eyes, and I didn’t care for that. However, what I did care about was who must’ve set me up and how the hell they found out about my allergy.

That was the only thing I could think about on the ride home, and I vowed to uncover the fool that dared to cross me and give them twice of whatever hell my father planned to rain on me.

***

My father and I alighted from our separate cars at the same time and he snapped his fingers, “take him to the torture chambers.”

Immediately, two guards appeared at my sides and grabbed my arms and began to drag me behind the house where the godforsaken chambers was located. I could hear my father’s heavy stomps behind us and I knew exactly what to expect.

Excruciating pain in order to bend me to his will.

As soon as we got into the room, I was tied upside down and an array of torture instruments were laid out before my father. He picked a whip scattered with thorns and headed towards me while loosening his tie impatiently.

Of course he couldn’t wait to take out his misplaced anger on me.

“If you won’t act like a damn heir, I’ll draw the weakness out of you by all means,” my uniform shirt was ripped into half when the whip landed heavily on my chest.

“Tell me when it’s ever been heard of that a fucking Alpha Prince has a weakly human’s allergy?” another stroke landed harshly on my chest, tearing my skin as he pulled the thorns out.

Usually, I tried my hardest to numb all feelings whenever my father did this. He’d been doing it for years because he believed it would build my tolerance in some sick way, and whenever I showed that I was in pain, he worsened the punishment.

So, my only option was to take whatever he threw at me while trying my hardest not to react like a weakling.

Angrily, he whipped me repeatedly while grunting from the force he was using. I could see my blood dripping from my chest unto my face and blurring my vision and the bleeding only worsened with time.

I was not at my full potential after the allergic reaction so I was healing at a painfully slow rate and he seemed to be enjoying that.

“What the hell did I do to deserve a worthless idiot like you?” he halted and looked at me like I was the most disgusting thing he’d ever set eyes on.

As much as I’d tried not to react to the pain he was inflicting, it was mostly a facade because my entire body hurt beyond comparison and I started to believe that I was truly weak and worthless because I felt pain no matter how hard I tried not to.

“You get all of these shameful traits from your mother! I should’ve never chosen her to bear me a heir!” he resumed whipping me like a dog.

I hated it more than anything else when he dragged my mother into the conversation, when he spiked her good name like he could ever be half the parent she was. But my anger meant nothing since I couldn’t go against him.

For the next half hour, he rained all manner of insults on me and whipped me until I could smell my raw flesh before glancing at his wristwatch that was drenched in my blood and pulling away.

“Be down in fifteen, and don’t look like the rugged mess you are,” he hissed and walked away with the guards, while one of the stayed behind and untied me.

I staggered to my room while unbearable pain tore through every inch of me, but I could feel my superior healing abilities soothing my injuries by the time I’d gotten out of my battered and bloodied clothes.

Knowing Dad, he probably wanted me down for a pack meeting and I knew he’d be pissed out of his mind if I appeared before his council looking wounded so I applied a healing balm that quickened the process.

When most of my wounds looked better, I took a bath, dressed up and hurried downstairs because I had only two minutes left of the fifteen he’d given me. I was confused when I heard a woman’s laughter followed by my father’s as I headed towards the dining, but I quickly figured things out when I came into full view.

Fucking Harper and her gold digging mother were here again!?