57: BEGGING

Ruan watched the smoke from his cigarette dissolving into the air. He reached for the glass on the table, swallowing a mouthful of the rum on his tenth shot. After it finds its way down his throat, he felt a burning sensation that brought him back to his past.

That same burning sensation as his mother lashed her whip to his young flesh. He couldn’t recall how many times she called him a monster, a disgusting creature that she regretted having.

“You’re just like your father! Ruthless and cold-hearted! He doesn’t know how to love! Cause if he loves you, he would have saved you from my wrath!”

The beatings continued, torturing him from day ‘til night. And his mother would only stop unless he’s bathing in his own blood.

And yet, his father never came… just like what his mother told him.

In fact, he never saw his father as a bad man. He was a good alpha who protects his people. But he never became a good father to him.

He couldn’t understand his mot