Ryan's P.O.V

I coughed harshly, blood flying out in specs.

What had I done to deserve this treatment from my father?

"I told you to not call me that! Call me Micheal!", he snarled.

A kick met my back and I whimpered out in pain.

My father, Micheal, kicked, punched, and stomped on me.

In front of my whole pack.

The pack, the Royalty Pack, stared in amusement while others actually laughed.

I had multiple broken bones. I could feel them grinding against one another.

"Pick her up and strap her into the chair.", Micheal commanded.

The warriors did as they were told as their eyes flash.

I was yanked up, causing a cry of pain to escape past my lips.

I felt silver straps tighten around my wrists and ankles and I yelped out.

Micheal held his arms out, standing infront of the pack.

"Coem on guys! Everybody can each have one hit, avoid her face though please.", he yelled.

The pack lined up, their eyes gleaming.

The first hit landed on my stomach and I cried out.

"Stop.", I begged. "Please."

One man laughed in my face before punching my chest.

The air whooshed out of my lungs as I felt my chest plate crack.

I was breathing harshly as blood dripped from my mouth.

That was the last one.

Thank the Goddess.

"Now submit to me, your True Alpha.", Micheal roared, the Alpha Command weighing in heavily as you could even taste it.

Everybody kneeled, the right hand fisted over the heart.

Even the warriors.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I felt the mindlinks ripped away from my mind and heart, leaving me empty.

I could feel I was near death as I coughed harshly, more blood than before flying out.

Micheal grinned at me before turning to the warriors.

"Take her to No Man's Land and dump her there. I have some rogues waiting for her. They're going to finish her off for me."- Micheal commanded.

He was relying on that Alpha Command way too much.

The warriors unwrapped me and hoisted me up, carrying me out of the packhouse and past the South Border.

"I'm sorry Ryan.", one warrior, Tyler, whispered.

They unceremoniously dropped me and left, the rotten smell of rogues already reaching their noses.

A small group of rogues came out of the trees and sat next to my broken body, just staring at me.

"Just... kill... me...", I breathed.

"I may have made that deal with your Alpha but I'm not going to. I want revenge. I figured you want revenge also.", one of the Male rogues said.

"He's... my... father... I... was... Alpha...", I said brokenly.

The rogue's eyes turned dark with anger.

"We'll talk after you heal up. I'm taking you to an abandoned packhouse where you can heal and I'll let you know what's going on. I'll make sure no one hurts you.", the male rogue said, barely holding back his snarls and growls.

I fought the darkness before succumbing to it.

The last thing I saw was the trees swaying in the wind and the sun shining down on me.