Chapter 126
Faith’s Pov
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The first thing I felt was pain. It wasn’t a simple ache; it wasnt just thr burning fire in every part of my body but the pain caused by the injuries Inficted on me. They broke my bones.
I tried to move my arm, to push myself up, but I couldn’t. A cold, heavy weight held me down. My eyes fluttered open, blurry with tears and exhaustion.
I was on the cold floor. Around my wrists, my ankles, and across my stomach, were thick silver chains. They burned my skin wherever they touched, leaving angry red marks and I was even bleeding in some places. The smell of my own burned flesh made me feel sick.
A shadow moved in the corner of the dark room. My heart jumped into my throat, beating wildly.
Then, he stepped into the dim light. Kyle.
He stood over me, just looking. For a single, crazy second, I saw something in his eyes. It wasn’t happiness or anger. It looked almost like… regret. But it was gone as fast as it came, replaced by that cold, hard look I knew too well.
“Are you… very happy with your art?” I whispered, my voice rough and dry. “Is this… what you wanted to do to me?” I asked because I want to know if he has gained any happiness by doing this
to me.
I want to know if his thirst for revenge is finally fulfilled.
He didn’t even blink. “It had to be done. You are my enemy
now.”
The words cut deeper than the silver. Enemy. My own brother considered me an enemy and he did
this to me.
My own brother broke everybody in my body and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. I don’t know whether to hate him or pity him.
“Water,” I croaked. I hated asking him for anything, but my throat was on fire. “Please.”
To my surprise, he turned and picked up a bottle. He uncapped it and held it to my lips. I drank greedily, the cold water a small mercy in the middle of this nightmare. It gave me a tiny bit of
strength.
I let my head fall back against the cold stone. “I had the worst kind of childhood anyone could ever think of” I said, my voice a weak and breathless. “Maybe it wasn’t as bad as yours. I don’t know what happened to you when you were young. But I suffered, too. But the difference between me
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and you is that I can never imagine turning into something like you have become.”
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“Stop it,” he said, his voice like ice. “Stop trying to be the victim. Stop trying to get sympathy from me. You know nothing about my past.”
“Up until a few hours ago, I felt sorry for you” I cried out weakly, the chains biting into my skin as I strained. “I felt guilty for what happened to you! But I don’t anymore.”
He let out a cold, short laugh. “It’s quite obvious you don’t feel sorry for me. Like father, like daughter. After all your father is the one who killed mine.”
This was it. The time to reveal the truth because I don’t know if I’ll live past to this day but if I don’t then I want him to know that he killed his own sister.
I want him to live with the consequences of His Revenge. I don’t know if you’ll care but I’m hoping a part of him will understand the damage revenge does.
“Alpha Connor is not my father,” I said, the words hanging in the air between us.
His face changed. The cold mask broke and his eyes widened, just for a couple of seconds, in pure shock. Then he recovered, his expression hardening again. “You’re lying.”
“I found out just minutes before you kidnapped me.”
“That’s impossible,” he spat. “There’s a whole story. You were exchanged at birth with Alice.”
“It was a ruse” I said, pushing through the pain. “A trick done by my parents to keep me from knowing the truth”
“What truth?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
I took a shaky breath. “My real father… is none other than Alpha Benjamin of the Fallen Pack.” I looked straight into his shocked eyes. “Who is none other than your father as well.”
He looked completely taken aback. He took a step back, as if I had hit him. “That’s… impossible.” “It’s very much possible. And real,” I gasped, the pain making spots dance in my vision. “Whoever told you what happened to your father… they must know that your father and my mother were together before my mother found her true mate. Go ask them if you don’t believe me.”
He just stared at me, his face pale, his eyes wide with confusion and disbelief. He looked lost. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the room abruptly, slamming the door behind
him.
The moment he was gone, the tears came. I cried silently on the cold floor. I cried from the horrible, burning pain. I cried because I missed my children so much my chest felt hollow. I didn’t want to die here. Most of all, I wanted my mate. I needed his strength, his warmth, his love to take
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this agony away.
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I’m very angry at Astor but I would give up anything just to have one last conversation with him and to just look at my children one more time.
I don’t want them to grow up full of hatred and anger just like Kyle and turn out just like him in a
quest to get revenge.
I don’t know how long I laid there, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour, lost in my pain and fear.
Suddenly, the door flew open. Kyle ran back in, his face a mess of panic and urgency. “Faith,” he breathed, his hands fumbling with the chains. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” The silver chains clattered to the floor as he tore them off me. But his voice sounded far away, like he was shouting from the other end of a long tunnel. The world started to spin. The pain was too much. The relief of the chains being gone was too sudden. A deep, welcoming blackness pulled at the edges of my mind.
As I felt myself slipping away, I used the very last bit of my strength. I looked at him, at the brother who had tortured me, and I whispered the truest thing I know right now.
“I will never… forgive you for this.”
And then, there was nothing.
