Narrator's POV
Six Years Ago
"A weakling — that's what you'd ever be!" Gill's shrilled, his voice loud and clear.
"You'd never be worthy, in fact I regret the day I mated with your mother." He continued, taunting Aiden the more.
Zephyrine, his mother quickly held his hand which was about to land another deafening slap on Aiden's cheeks.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried to cool down her husband's anger. "Gill, please spare him. He is your son."
Gill scoffed, pushing her away. "Shut up, Zephyrine! He's only a bastard. If you don't cease to defend him, I'd only throw you both out of my house!"
"Go ahead, dad." Aiden spoke out, a sneer on his lips. He held his injured arm which was as a result of his father's torture, wincing in pain. "This place is nothing but hell with yo
