Thursday, April 4th; 5pm Pt. 2
I shake my head as I look at the ground letting the tears fall as I loathe every moment I allow myself to be anything but angry.
“Is that why you’re feeling so low about yourself right now?”
I look up, surprised by Amos’s question.
“He has repeatedly been given ten times what I just received and it takes forever for him to start screaming from the pain.” I admit slowly. “I didn’t scream or yelp while he beat me but I’m allowed the bite strap, something Cole never gets.”
“Is today’s beating something new?” Julian speaks up next.
“No. I got several as a pup because of my interest in taking care of Cole. The difference was not receiving the buckle end during the spanking. Once I turned a blind eye, even started abusing him myself they stopped. At one point he became my whipping boy. He received what I was to get. They started again when dad discovered that I’m helping Cole’s beta and his beta’s father get him from the training room to his room for care. I’ve been getting them even more frequently since my return home in November. I guess that’s where I’ve fucked up. Dad will never honor a request for me to get my hands on him.”
“Why do you feel that way?”
“I’ve done too much good. Every week for months I’ve intervened in the beating of a pup. I guess with dad beating Cole weekly before giving him to Kris to finish he hasn’t been able to get all of his anger out. This was the first time he’s done me like this.”
My voice drops off, ashamed of what I’m admitting.
“On the first when I was trying to get to Cole, dad forced me into a spar, only it wasn’t a normal spar. He forced it to go over three hours with minimal breaks and no equipment.”
I stop speaking as I pace in front of the table of glass balls.
“That’s illegal.”
Maximus speaks, hushed with surprise. I nod before I speak.
“It was done purposely. He does it all the time to Cole. On the rare occasion that he fights back dad will wear him down before chaining him.”
I’m struggling to explain as it’s making me feel weak to admit that I can’t handle what Cole has been forced to handle.
“About half way through I could tell he was tiring. Our stamina is equal despite my younger age. We took a longer break than previous ones, he left the room. When he came back he was different. Completely hyped up and ready to go. That’s…..”
I trail off. I know that this is being recorded but it doesn’t make what happened any easier.
“Andre. This is a safe place.”
Julian tries to encourage me to continue but my anger is what’s concerning.
“He went on a rant about how much of a failure I was. How I could never be a son of his. He expected Cole to be soft, a lost cause but not me. He said more but what was said isn’t important no matter how much it changes everything. The rest of the rant occurred while we were sparring only it was no longer a spar. He allowed me the helmet to pad my face. I guess he didn’t want to concentrate on missing my face but the rest of it was raw. I’m certain he’s bruised or cracked several ribs on my left side. Of course today I took the beating he was giving Caidence. Only it wasn't normal.”
“What’s considered normal?” The male doctor, Dr. Wilson I think, inquires.
“My normal for insubordination is my age to my bare ass plus five with the buckle. Today, I took fifteen with the buckle, mostly along my spine. The rest was the loop end but to my thighs instead of my rear.”
I shake my head as I walk. Lightly tossing the glass ball in the air before catching it.
“Cole gets so much worse.”
“Why are you having such a hard time with that fact?”
“Dad always puts him down for being weak, yet he’s the strongest wolf I know. He has repeatedly caused Cole injuries that he should not have survived yet at this moment he is literally being tortured by our brother and I’m standing here in your rage room crying over a few busted ribs and cuts to my back and legs.”
The tears are streaming as I finally let loose.
“What has he done to deserve this?!!!”
I scream as I throw the orb against the only wall that’s not padded, shattering it on impact.
“Why, Diana? Why have you forced him to live in such torment?!!!”
I turn back to the table to grab another ball.
“Why didn’t you take him back when you saw him suffer as a newborn?!!! How couldn’t you see what his life was going to be?!!! What more does he have to prove?!!!!”
I’m throwing glass balls after each question until I have opened every cut my father has given me yet I’m completely numb to the pain.
“Is he okay?”
I barely hear the voice of my mate, the last person I want to witness my breakdown.
“How could I have known?” I sob as I collapse to my knees. “I was just a boy when he was brought home from the hospital.”
I remain in hard submission without being forced, bawling like a child, grieving my failure to understand what wasn’t possible to understand at the tender age of six.
“Why couldn’t I just leave you like everyone else? Give you back to the moon in your purest form? Why did I have to love you?”
My last question is nothing more than a whisper. My grief is immeasurable as I truly believe that this time he will not escape.
“You grieve for a brother who’s not dead. Why?”
Max’s arrogance is showing badly. The only thing that keeps me in a submissive position is a hard slap before a soft ‘ow’.
“Enough.” Julian cuts Amos off from assaulting Max. “I don’t mess around with assault.”
A quiet ’yes sir’ is heard from both of them.
“I truly believed that your Uncle Dillion was the last of the humane ones after Charles murdered him.”
I feel the pleasing tingles of the mate’s bond upon my skin as Kiara pushes me back. I yelp as my thighs rub against my clothes from the change in position.
“I’m sorry.” Tears start forming in her eyes as she believes she has hurt me.
“Not your fault.” I assure her followed by a kiss. “Can you help me up?” I ask quietly as I lean against her forehead.
She stands first as I fight to find a way up without yelping.
“It seems it skipped a generation considering the love you have for Cole.”
I shake my head as I let my breath out slowly upon standing.
“He shared a secret tonight, sir.” I finally spit out what I really want to hide.
“What might that be?” I knew he’d ask.
“It's going to be a struggle to change my thought process as he’s the only father I’ve ever known but this doesn’t leave this room.” I stare hard at Amos and Max until they both nod. “Charles is not my father and Dillion is not my uncle.”
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