Chapter 74 My Father's Demands

• Evadne’s POV
• The sight of my father begging and pleading for his life was a portrait worth painting over and over again. I was once in his place. I was once like him, worse than him, actually. I have to beg for everything from my own father, even for food or the luxury to have proper clothes and a room during my monthly bleeding.
• “You bastard!” But Marcus cannot even stretch both of his arms to wrap his hands around the Alpha King’s throat as the shackles on his wrists and ankles, made from pure silver, made sure his suffering is tight and uncomfortable.