A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
There is pain, despair...and then there is nothing.
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He didn't flinch as the glass shattered against the wall.
As if he was standing against the storm, pushing his feet deeper in the sand, he stood tall against the blazing anger of Braxton. Even if it wasn't directed at him this time, he still felt his stomach curl in response to the memories that existed on the edge of his mind. He barely felt the spray of glass pieces against his skin as if he was completely lost in this world of madness.
"You fucking lied!" Braxton screamed.
Sutton visibly shrunk for the first time in her life.
His eyes zeroed in on Simon, the lying bastard was grinning by Braxton's side. He knew something conspired between Simon and Braxton because he had been abruptly ordered to Braxton's office before dawn, along with Russell and Sutton. It only ever happened when something was seriously wrong, at least in Braxton's eyes, and Simon only ever spewed lies for his own amusement.
"You lied," Braxton slammed his hands down on the desk, raging eyes fixed on Sutton, "You never told me the Zayev Pack has a hierarchy of trueborn Alphas."
Sutton's face paled, she stuttered, "I--I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't," Braxton snapped, "Because you killed him the fucking second you had the chance! I gave you direct orders and you disobeyed me!"
"Father, I'm s-sorry," Sutton uttered.
"You useless bitch, that doesn't solve anything," Braxton practically boiled into a pit of unrelenting fury and he shoved everything off his desk, seething, "You're all useless! Pathetic excuses to carry my great blood! How am I supposed to handle this? Do you realize the danger that poses, if Lyon's calls on their alliance with Zayev? We don't stand a chance against rivals with trueborn blood. Are you fucking stupid?"
Sutton was practically a ghost, lips slightly trembling, but he didn't break beneath the lividness. He stayed calm, with controlled expressions, and he stood with his shoulders tall before the desk of his nightmares. Of all places, he hated this room the most, it was a box for twisted mind games as Braxton dealt his cards with other packs--always promising good and then delivering death to their doorstep as Braxton overtook them by force and blood.
He could feel the tenseness of Russell by his side. Fortunately for him, he was used to this, but Russell rarely saw this side of Braxton. He supposed that was one good thing about being the bastard son, he was conditioned to withstand cracking under pressure, even when his insides trembled with fear. But his eyes were still fixed on Simon, he knew exactly what kind of game Simon was playing, though he would be damned before he called the snake out within these circumstances.
