Chapter 224
Until heâd become so immune to his stench from sitting in his fil th.
Heâs not really sure any more. The concept of time is lost to the never ending darkness of both the cell heâs kept in and of his mind. The silence is unnerving. A mock almost, to be stuck with nothing but his muddled thoughts. They taunt him. Mock him for his failures. He can hear his father hiss at him for failing him. For being the failure he always knew him to be.
You will never be anything, just like that mate of yours. Fil thy.
The musky odor that covers his body smells of death- sour with vomit and feces. He can hardly feel his body. Heâs slipping in and out of sleep irregularly but heâs vaguely aware of the quivering of his lips, the trembling of his hunched back and the spasm of his legs.
It hurts.
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Though in his human form, he still feels it. The sharp, intense ache from the loss of his tail blooms at his tailbone.
Its excruciating..
Itâs agonizing.
Itâs severe.
Thereâs the tremendous pressure he feels both physically and spiritually. He felt part of himself tear away with the ripping of his tail. The minute he felt his appendage stretch to the point he began to feel it split apart, he had hadnât stopped screaming. From losing his mark to losing his tail, theyâd stripped him of his identity as a wolf.
Benicio chuckles to himself: croaky, broken, dry, sardonic and it all but echoes back to him.
Who would have thought it would come to this?
âOh my, she really did a number on you, didnât she?â
Benicio drew in a sharp breath, but doesnât lift his head. No, he thinks. Itâs not real. Itâs just my playing tricks on me again.
âItâs almost pitiful.â
mind
This time, heâs certain it isnât in his head because he recognizes the voice. He doesnât look up. He doesnât need to. The sugary sweet pitch of her tone hiding the taunt in false concern pinpoints the intruder.
Heâs cold.
But heâs angry.
âHm, surprised she didnât castrate you if Iâm honest. Itâs probably in the list though. Thereâs protocol for things like this. Iâm sure you know. Being Beta and all.â
Feet appear in his field of vision -though blurry and slightly disoriented. At this, he looks up. The witchâs beautiful face is smiling at him, as if he wasnât sitting there on the verge of malnourishment. Selene wasnât going to k ill him so quickly, he knows as much. That doesnât mean she wonât make him feel like he is slowly dying each and every minute.
Ivory hums, vivid orange eyes glowing bright even in the dim light. Her green hair had been tied up, the thick ink around her neck nearly hidden in the mix of the blue on her skin.
â-iar.â
Chapter 224
Benicio rumbles,
âYouâre a f u c king li arâ¦thi s is all your fault.â
He spits. Ivory raises a brow at him, tilting her head to the side as she considers his words. She doesnât respond, and so the onslaught of his accusations begins. She can see it, the final strand of his sanity thinning out. Like a rubber band being pulled at the ends too much, he was always bound to
snap.
Benicio feels himself growing agitated. Regardless of the frost he feels prickling his skin, his blood roars scorching hot in his ears. Blinded by his rage, he directs a glare at her,
âYou told me⦠you told me my daughter was gifted. You told me Hestia was destined for greatness.
You said she was chosen.â
Benicio bites out the last word, hatred and venom dripping from his tone as spittles flew from his mo uth. His arm flexed under the thick bindings, no doubt itching to choke her with it. Heâs vibrating with anger.
âYou lying piece of s hit, itâs your fault Iâm in this mess.â
âIs it?â
Ivory asks. She laughs under her breath, red cloak dragging behind her as she approached him. âWhen you visited the council with your two baby girls, you asked me of the Goddessâ favor. If one was chosen, as you said. If one was blessed. I didnât lie. I told you, your daughter was special. I never said which one.â
She smiles almost tenderly in thought,
âOh, but I knew what you were like before. Even when you smiled so charmingly, acted as if you were benevolent in front of all those Alphas including yours⦠I knew what you were really like.â
Ivory leans in closer,
âI can see a snake from a mile away. It takes more than pretty words to f ool me, Iâm afraid.â Benicio grinds down on his teeth. Heat burns deep in his chest as humiliation rains down on him,
âHestia showed promise.â
he defended, shaking his head as if it would convince her. As if to justify his actions.
âShe had all the right attributes to being Luna-â
âAnd still, that wasnât enough, was it?â
Thereâs a slight frown on her face. Blue eyelids cast down as she stares at the floor, tracing over the lines of stone under her feet. She doesnât comment how blood had bled into the crevices.