Charis
When the door opened, I didn't breathe for a while.
My father sat in one corner of the opulent room, nursing a drink with the expression he always wore when he was drunk and filled with worry. A young girl—she couldn't have been much older than me—was kneeling in front of him, bobbing her head up and down my father's desire.
The sight didn't shock me. My father was a serial cheater who never bothered to hide his women back at Crestborne. But what was more surprising was what he was doing here.
All around the room, similar scenes played out. To the best of my knowledge and to their aura that filled the room, all the men in the room were Alphas except for two human men. They all sat with their eyes closed, relishing the attention of young girls who attended to them in ways that made my stomach churn.
Most of the men were groaning in ecstasy. My father barely acknowledged the girl in front of him. His eyes were glazed into nothing, lost in whatever torment was eating at him.
