The Twin Alphas Warrior Luna by RYN

Chapter 70

THEON

Thirteen years ago. "Agam

The voice of my father boomed as I stood in nothing but boxers in a forest covered with snow. Miro and I were just twelve years old, shivering to our teeth, our hands sore and bloody from hitting trees.

Miro might have hesitated a little too much because the next thing I heard was the hot lashing of my father's belt landing on his back

A scream pierced the cold, winter air as my brother fell to his knees. Miro's scared and tear-stained face turned to me and I was terrified to see his nose bleeding. I glanced at Dad and to my horror; he had his belt raised again, ready to strike. "No!" I screamed. Running ahead without thinking, Something had surged through me back then, making me push my father and he flew through the air before landing on his back a few feet away from us.

Scared that 1 might have caused a lot more trouble than necessary. I had helped Miro up and stood between him and my approaching father.

"Dad. please. Enough. Miro is having a nosebleed again."

My father's face twisted in anger. "Get out of my way, Theon!"

"Please. Dad." I shivered.

"Ten lashes for hesitating."

"Please!" A tear rolled out of my eyes, immediately freezing on my cheeks.

"Mercy is for the weak." He said, without remorse. "Ten lashes one will sleep out in the cold tonight."

I turned to look at Miro who was trying to wipe the blood from his nose with his swollen fingers.

"I'll take it!" I said. My father blinked in surprise.

"No! You will not take your brother's punishment."

"Mercy is for the weak, Dad. Don't show me any."

My father hesitated before slipping on his emotionless mask. Once again, his eyes became as cruel as the harsh winter. "Instead of lashing you. I have a fun idea." My father said, before stepping forward and handing me the belt. I stared at it, frightened and wary

"Take it" My father nudged.

Slowly but tentatively, I collected the belt from my father. By then, my hands had healed a considerable amount unlike my brother

"You get to give the rest of the lashes to your brother hitting as hard as you can or..." my father went to my bag which I brought and to my horror, brought out my white bunny. "or you give the lashes to this burny."

My twelve year old self became horrified, having to choose between my brother and my bunny. I looked at my father in disbelief and he stared down at me with no emotion. "What? You said I should show you no mercy."

III

Wed, Oct 30

does my Banny

is weakness. What you love can be used against you. Like this bunny. I see you are very attached to it, which is

forward

your bunny gets killed and your

bunny and it stopped moving by the fifth. I think a part of me disassociated from

this place reminds me of what has been stripped from me. My fear was born here. My darkness was also bom here. The walls have heard

bowed

at me, appalled "Did I ask you

look at him, and his high tempered

He said, understanding my unspoken language. Taking a seat, he sighed, "What did he

supposed to be at

time high-ranking official. My Beta and the Director of the center. He has every right to enter anyone's home on grounds

on. I

you be sure?" My father queried. "That's how you defended

urge to reach across the table and strangle him overwhelmed me, but I smiled

I re-buttoned my suit. "I will be taking back my position as Director of the Trainees. A

land where the real Elites live. I

That's a waste of resources." My father waved

with the urge to do

""And if I don't?"

and bowed before

I took a poker iron from the fireplace and whistled as I made my way to

cars parked in neat condition. My father was a sucker for them

by him. So I wen to the prettiest one. A pink Volkswagen Beetle and then raised the pokes iron and

in a matter of minutes and 1 was surrounded by security who were surprised to see me

saw one of his antique

He screamed, watching his car get annihilated. After making sure I did enough damage to it. I threw the poker iron away and walked

you love can be used against you... just...like this car." I said, and moved to walk away but I stopped

1 left the garage

I turned on my computers, scrolled to the surveillance cameras and watched

bed

sighed in relief as I watched her, remembering how I discovered she was in

and when it didn't dissipate; I pulled up the surveillance cameras installed in her hallway. When I saw Dutton's men standing guard, I

turned around, racing for her hostel. I remembered panic seizing me when I found

when my disassociation began a personality that kicks in when it fears that I am

for longer. Because whether I like it or not, I have come to understand that this is just

understanding that there are bigger forces at play and somehow, this pretty little thing sleeping so peacefully is smack deep in the middle of it and because I am drawn to pretty little things, I find myself smack deep in

100. 100.

and I checked it to see a

"How is she?"