Titus
I opened my eyes and looked around, the cell was dark as usual and there was no sign of anyone in the basement. I exhaled and sat up, my back was still hurting from the whipping I received from Dad. I didn't even remember how many days had passed since I had been locked up inside the basement.
My wrists were bleeding by the burns of silver cuffs around them and so were my ankles. Dad used to come once daily and ask if I was ready to reject Freya. I would give him the same answer and receive the whip, it had been the same since the day he was holding me, prisoner.
The guard who brought me food told me that Mom, had been begging Dad to free me but he had turned a deaf ear to her pleas. Some days when Dad was out on Alpha business, Beta Brandon would take his place to whip me. He was
