Chapter 59 My Father, The Ruthless Alpha

• My blood ran cold at the realization. The words hit me like a physical blow, and I gripped my spoon and fork tighter. The Jacob I remembered used to patch up my scraped knees when father beats me, sneak me extra desserts when I barely have a meal, and read me bedtime stories when I can’t sleep.
• And now...he’s implementing his packmembers the punishment of death?
• The sweet boy who'd protected me from our father’s rage had transformed into someone who can make even our cruel father disappear. My stomach churned at the thought of how much blood stained his hands now, how much lifeless bodies he’d seen fell to the ground.