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Kara's POV My lips quivered in fear as he dares his intense gaze at me. His eyes are bloodshot, sending chills down my spine.I whimpered words of forgiveness when he began to move closer to me. "I'm sorry, sir.""You're sorry? Oh, I'll show you what sorry means. Get on the bed."I dare not quickly do as he tells me. My hands are sweaty already and ready for another punishment from my stepfather, Chris, tonight. He sees me as nothing but a punching bag.He starts to remove his belt, and before I know it, he wipes it on my chest. I scream out instantly, grabbing the spot, but he stops me when he bounces on me, his weight pressing me into the bed."Please..." My voice is now a whisper.His right hand holds both of my own, as words emitting from him cut deep wounds inside me. "You're a nothingness who's supposed to glad I didn't send you out there to become a rogue. Your mother is just a whore, as you're her little waste product!"He continues to spill vile words that perilously destroy

Alaric Claw, Lycan King of the Southern Tail Pack's POVI jerk my head back as I drink the last content inside the liquor bottle before I slam it onto the table. My mind is disturbed by that random woman I helped twice tonight.I have always been selfish, only caring for myself and no one else. Even my family knows me for my barbaric acts, but tonight, I actually felt great when that woman told me thanks for saving her.I pushed my hair back and walked to my study table, where there's a large sheet of paperwork filled with maps of the royal buildings and schemes of the Northern Capital Pack's wooded areas."Speak." I demand one of my men."These are maps showing the locations of spots where we've heard the howls of rogues in the Northern Capital Pack. In our research, we see that the Northern Capital Pack has the lowest economy and is prone to having rogues because of the rejection of Omegas, who later became lone wolves and rogues and have been spreading out to other nations, especia

Kara's POVTwo weeks later, and I am still alive.For some reasons, I have grown leaner than before. Chris had gotten more wicked because of my rejection the other night. He won't demand to rape me again, but he is now harsher and uncaring of my health.I only eat twice now, and while the second one is night, the first one is never morning. Maybe in the evening, sure, or sometimes I eat both foods at night. He always finds work for me to do from morning until evening before I then eat.Since I cannot complain, I have rather grown used to it. For the past two weeks, by the way, that night has become my treasure. I keep the memories close to my heart and allow myself to relive them in my dreams and thoughts whenever I am working.For example, I have been working since morning because Chris wanted to refurbish the interior decor, and I've been carrying furniture in and out. It's a wearisome work. My back hurts so much, and my fingers have been cut because of the harsh materials, but I da