Chapter 7

Alpha Conard's P.O.V.

"Damn it, why do I feel sorry for her? Why can't I see her in pain? Why?" Conard looked at the picture in front and muttered helplessly. In a semi-dark room, he was sitting on my knees on the ground.

In the picture, a very beautiful woman twenty-five years old and a very handsome man of the same age were seen with two children. They were a happy, perfect family. This was a picture of his family.

"It's terrible, son. Good kids don't fight and especially don't hit girls at all. Then why did you hit your friend's sister?" Dressed in a dark green robe, this lovely green-eyed woman gently held her baby by the ear while her tone was slightly stern.

"Mom! She broke my car. Now tell me, I wouldn't have slapped someone who caused me so much damage." The child said with a grim face. He was holding a broken wooden cart in his hand.

"So what happened? Only one car broke down but you raise your hands on a girl for such a small thing. Is this what you learn from us? If your father finds out, he will be very disappointed." The child was a bit worried after hearing the warning in his mother's tone.

'No, Mom don't tell anyone, now I won't hit anyone, especially girls,' he said quickly, holding his mother's hand. The woman smiled and hugged him and kissed his forehead.

"My dear son! You will never touch any girls again; you will never hurt any girls. Primise?" Hearing this, he quickly agreed.

"Mom, what is so special about girls that they should never be hurt?" She smiled hearing his innocent question and made him sit on the mat in front of her.

"Because a man is the protector of the woman, seeing whom the woman feels safe and secure, if the same man starts hurting her, then he ceases to be a man and becomes a beast, and I do not want my son to become a beast." He did not understand his mother's words at that time, but he had promised himself that he would always remember his mother's words and follow them.

This was the reason that despite being an Alpha, he did not hurt any women and children. Such matters were entrusted to his Beta ‘Jag’.

"I broke my promise to you! I hurt a girl." Turning his hand on the picture, he muttered softly. He felt that his mom’s face had a sad expression in the picture.

"But she deserves it. Your son became a beast due to the blood of those tyrants flowing through her veins. I will torture her so much that her father will cry tears of blood." He stepped out of the room firmly. The picture behind him was starting to look sad. He moved toward the kitchen.

"Oh God." Alex was constantly sobbing while taking out pieces of broken glass from her hand. Conard had ground glass in the rice and then he was deliberately asking her to wash the rice. She was attentive to the various ways of hurting.

She was becoming more afraid of him, not knowing what he would do. Tears were flowing continuously. She was sitting on the floor leaning against the cabinet in the kitchen, and her hands were covered in blood.

"Where am I stuck, I never thought that the interpretation of my dreams would be so terrible." Biting her lips in pain, she was thinking sadly. She was remembering the time when her dad would get anxious even if she got a slight scratch. She had read somewhere that life takes hard tests of ladles and burns them in the furnace of agony.

Her hands were continuously dripping with blood, and she could not move from her place. Her eyes were closing heavily due to the dizziness when she saw him approaching.

Seeing her in this state, he quickly moved towards her.

"Hey, open your eyes." Patting her cheeks, he was telling her to stay awake but she was closing her eyes.

"I am not your servant to pick up your wounds and take them to the doctor. Just keep your eyes open while I try to stop your bleeding."

He stepped out of the kitchen with a stern tone and returned shortly with a box and a bottle in his hand. After opening the lid of the bottle, he poured the entire bottle on her hands. She started screaming in pain.

"Stop this noise, nothing happened. This is wine. It acts as an antiseptic on wounds. There are no bandages here. So let me do what I am doing in silence, otherwise I know how to silence you. "There should be no sound, understand?" Raising his finger and warning her, he began removing the broken glass from her fingers. She made a ball out of her scarf and punched it in her mouth to suppress her screams. He removed the glass, cleaned the blood with the help of cotton and put a tube on the wounds. She was looking at him with surprise and fear but was unable to move due to weakness.

"The bleeding has stopped. Now be careful, otherwise the bleeding will start again. I have no ointment, nor will any doctor come here. If you want to live, take care of yourself. After today, I will not help you. You are to torture, to wound, not to christen wounds." He was cold as he bent down to her face and looked into her eyes. She froze in fear at his expression. She couldn't even be normal after what he had done to her. Her breath was getting dry seeing him so close.

"Mum, I'm getting cold, I can't get up." Lowering her eyes, she forced herself to speak. Her body became weak due to excessive blood flow. He stopped after hearing her words. After staring at her for a few moments, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Bringing her to the room and throwing her on the bed, he glared at her with his red eyes.

"Don't take any wrong meaning from my gentleness. I didn't do all this out of sympathy, but I did it so that I could keep you safe. It is very important for you to be alive. If you are alive, then I will be able to give you death moment by moment. Then these offenders will realise what painful death means." His tone was full of hatred and she was shocked. With anger, he left the room. At the time, he had to leave for an important meeting and then leave for Italy the next morning. But his mind was still stuck in her bleeding hands.