Chapter 48

Alpha Atticus POV

“What..what is she doing here?” I managed to ask in a low voice. I’m still shackled to the ceiling and my feets are dragging on the floor. I'm too weak to stand up straight. My body aches everywhere but I fight my own will to keep alert. I want to know what Philip is up to bringing Viviane to this shithole.

Philip is not in his right mindset, he definitely lost it and became mad like his grandfather. Prince Pierre was diagnosed with schizophrenia and had to be interned in an asylum for the rest of his days.

“Well, well, well. Tsk. Atticus, you look like shit and smell like it too,” he said scrunching his face, it took him just a moment to take out a handkerchief from his pocket to cover his mouth and nose, “Where are your manners, dog? Can’t you see you have visitors?” He kicked me but I did not move.

“Stop it! Don’t you see he is weak? What have you done to him?” Viviane came close to me but Philip stopped her before she could reach me. His grip on her arm