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...
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He couldn't save her.
After Sutton had ruined his first attempt, he discovered guards in the basement on his second attempt. He had a war going on inside his chest because he knew it didn't mean anything good. Had Sutton figured it out? He felt like time was slipping through his fingers tips and he couldn't chase it because his feet were cemented to the floor. He was stuck, watching his only chance laugh at him on its way out.
Shortly before dawn, he accepted that he was a failure. He could have tried to run for himself but he couldn't muster up the courage to leave him mate. Knowing she would suffer greatly in his family's hands, and not the mention the mate-bond would torture both of them. It had grown a little since their short interaction, he was sure it would have been twice as strong if she had touched him. Their skin never had the chance to meet and dance with tingles, their souls forever separated as he was stuck in this twisted game of cat and mouse.
A hard knock on his door startled him from his hopeless thoughts. Despite how the sky beyond his window was flamboyant with sunrise colors, he couldn't see any of its color. His world was drowning in the morbid grey tones that consumed him with dark thoughts and he was slowly slipping further away from himself. He was lost and he felt like his life had no purpose.
He wordlessly the opened the door.
Russell stood on the other side, grinning, and said, "Guess what, my dearest brother?"
He stared, emotionless, and he couldn't even muster an expression. Though he would definitely be able to throw a punch and wipe the damn smirk off of Russell's face. He pondered it briefly. It would make him feel a little better.
"The pack has agreed that we need a leader in good health," Russell informed him, eyes gleaming, "So until Father can be on his feet and capable of leading, we will duel for the temporary title."
That got a reaction from him as he felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head. He frowned harshly, "On what grounds? You have no power to dictate this."
Russell scoffed, "As his most trustworthy son, I am allowed to make decisions in his absence."
"I disagree."
"I don't care," Russell punctuated each word, "I've gone long enough dealing with your irritating presence. If you chose to decline the title, the sentence is death."
"That isn't fair!" He shot back, "You're just making up the rules now."
"Who is gonna stop me?" Russell leaned closer, their noses almost touching, "That's right, nobody. Now stop being a fucking pussy and accept my challenge."
