Her Call.

Her Call.

Lucious pov.

"Please, I'm begging you, don't hurt me…" The pain my father caused me years ago resurfaced tonight, overwhelming me once again.

I trembled as memories of my younger days rushed back into my mind.

My dad was really strict. He was the one who taught me that to be an Alpha, I had to be tough, even if it meant losing control and doing whatever it took to keep my people safe.

I wasn't like the other kids; in fact, I didn't really get to have a normal childhood.

My early years were all about constant training and enduring my father's dissatisfied hollers.

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"Lucious!" He roared, his eyes piercing into me, "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

I was left speechless, met only with a forceful slap that stung across my cheek.

A cry of pain escaped my lips, and I felt utterly helpless in that moment.

What could I even do? My father had never truly shown any concern for me; I was merely a tool for him to create a weapon, a means to strengthen his own pack.

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