Gripping his son's protective arm, Ian pulled all the courage within his soul. His delicate body was so taut from nerves that he looked like he might break in the next second.
And yet, he persisted.
Decades of grievance, decades of feeling like he amounted to nothing, decades of thinking that he was alone in this world, decades of thinking he didn't deserve any love--all poured out through his strained vocal cord.
"You kept me here against my will! You control every aspect of my life! You touch me without my consent!" Ian screamed with red, blurry eyes. A cry of desperation. "This is not a marriage! This is trafficking, and you're nothing but a rapist and an abuser!"
"Damian!"
"A-and who said I'm your husband?! I told you I'm going to divorce you!"
Eugene tightened his hold on his dad. Was it the source of those new injuries? Did this shitty alpha hit his dad because he alluded to a divorce?
"You!" Jacob hissed in wrath. "It seems like I've been going too easy on you, huh?!"
