Lucas
"Where the fuck is he?" I grab him by the collar of his shirt. He has a smile on his face, even though he is bruised up from all the blows I have given him.
"Tell me," I scream so loud from all the anger I feel.
My father is dead to me.
He is fucking dead to me and if he doesn't tell me what I want to know, I will fucking kill him.
His smile widens. the stupid smile that he has taunted me with all my life. Tears well up in my eyes because I need Gabriel back. I need him back.
I fucking can't do this without him.
"You know, I have always known you were a fucking wuss, I have always known that you are no son of mine," he drawls, and it seems like he is enjoying this a little too much.
My heart races as I hit him again, this time I hear a crack, in his jaw and I feel no fucking remorse.
"I am your fucking Alpha; you will tell me what I fucking need to know."
He shakes his head "I don't think I will Lucas."
