When Papa told us that, I could have sworn his cognac eyes were blazing in hatred. That abomination, he felt, was something that couldn't be satiated no matter if he kept telling us his history.
"Papa endured slavery for more than five years. That Alpha made him experience hell and told him he was just his plaything. He experienced being sliced on his back and whipped all over his body. He even experienced being stabbed in his eye and cutting his tongue. He was thankful by that time that they were not coating the dagger with wolfsbane so he could heal in no time. What worse was... That man raped papa."
Sighing, I kept drumming my fingers on my thighs while watching them for the information I was bestowing. I could see that every word I would utter had rendered them speechless.
"Six years of staying there, Papa met my mother. However, she met her miserable fate as soon as I was born."
