CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: WAY PRETTIER.
LUCIAN'S POV
“Where are my sons! You child of the devil what have you done to them! You f*****g bastard!” He is yelling again, this time it is in front of the staff. This time his hands are raised in the air close to my cheek like he is about to slap me. He pauses hand mid-air, staff snickering and muttering. Another episode of the hatred between alpha Caden and the supposed son, another show of hatred between father and I.
I lean back a bit, slightly resting against the white cushion chair by my side. I smiled to myself, I like this visual. I like the view of father distraught, broken, undone. I like him broken like a cheap China. I smiled to myself, it was an accomplished smile. I did this, I broke him who would like thought.
“f*****g Bastard!” He
