Kieran's POV
“f**k! This s**t hurts, man!” I yelled out in pain as I dressed the wound that ingrate of a bastard called my brother had caused me. My legs were fidgeting in pain as I leaped from the hard bare floor where I laid over to the window so I could get a glimpse of what was happening outside from the little window that gave me ventilation.
Outside the pack, the people moved like ants as they walked, as if being monitored. A young woman laughed near the market stalls and her irritating laughter gave me a weird irk.
Three weeks since the wedding, three weeks since Kael dragged me through those doors like a dog in front of everyone.
I saw my reflection in the broken mirror that was scattered on the floor in tiny pieces. My bruises were gradually healing, but my face looked carv
