His Past-II

Third Person’s POV

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“I used to work at someone else’s homes but when the Alpha of that pack kept the restriction of child labor. I got kicked out of their houses and then the only place where I could work was a shop which I, now, recognize as a bar. I used to clear the floor there. That’s when I started to learn things that a child, whether it's humans or werewolves, should never learn or even see. Rich and powerful werewolves used to come and drink alcohol like water. Sometimes they even used to take drugs. They would beat the shit out of anyone who would even raise a word in front of them. Along with time, that business started growing up, and then those customers started bringing their whores or mistress with them and fuck them right in front of me. It disgusted me, especially the painful sound that the women made. But I was too scared to do anything.

Where I used to work under shitty conditions, my brother enjoyed life to its fullest. He had friends with whom he never allowed me to play. Those kids even used to bully me for god knows what reason. Whenever I used to fight back with them, they used to beat me until I fell unconscious.

Wyatt used to steal all my money from my secret place and used to enjoy it with his friends. That’s the reason he never got bullied by other kids even though he was an Omega just like me. I tried to complain about it to my father, but instead, he just used to slap me and kick me out to buy more alcohol for him. I never understood his reason for being partial, his reason for hating me while loving Wyatt.

When I turned ten was the one when I saw my mother getting sexually assaulted by my father. I tried to help her as I knew all about sex at that age. I knew what he was doing to her. But he threatened me and said that if I did not obey his orders, he would do it more, and if I would do as he says, he wouldn’t hurt my mother.

So, I did what he asked. I bought the best quality beer for him. Soon, I started getting out of money as my brother started stealing my money openly. The little amount that I used to earn from my hard work was not enough. So, I started stealing from others.

That was the year when Allison was born. Wyatt and I were happy as it was the first time we actually saw a child so small, so tiny. I instantly fell in love with my sister. I used to buy those cheap toys for her so that won’t cry when my father was assaulting my mother at night. I used to wake up all night just to make sure she was properly taken care of. I won’t lie about this but even Wyatt took care of her a lot. I know he loved her too. But what intrigued me was, why he didn’t have similar feelings for me! But soon my own father told us everything, about how we weren’t real brothers. And that increased more hatred and distance between us.

My father and my brother’s friends would beat the shit out of me if I would hurt Wyatt. So, whenever we would have a fight, it was always he who won. I was going insane, physically and mentally, as to why my life was so torturous, while his life was like a luxury. But I even complained to the Alpha about it but who would listen to me anyway after all I was nothing but just a weak omega.

One random day, he vomited about my stealing habit to his father and he is the sick one who assaulted my mother in front of my own eyes.

I was devastated. I didn't know what to do. Wyatt was in that room too. I was shouting and begging my father not to do so. But he laughed at me. He fucking laughed at me. I didn’t know what got inside of me that instant, but I punched my father on his stomach and hit him with an iron rod on his head. My mother slapped me later for that stunt, but I didn’t know my father would take revenge for it.

After a few days, he called five men and locked me with them in that shitty hut. I was confused at first. They were built up quite well and I knew nothing to save myself from them.

“Did they beat you?”, Grace asked in a pained and concerned voice as she placed her hand in his.

“No. They did the worst. They fucked me.”, Zayden said in a straight tone.

“What?”, Grace almost shouted and in the process, her hand left his. Zayden clenched his jaw as he knew she would definitely be disgusted by him.

The silence between them was killing him. He was sure now that she probably would not even look at him. But her next question surprised him.

“How is that possible? It’s impossible! A man can’t do that to another man!”, She asked as if the situation had happened to her.

“Sweetheart, I don;t want to explain how a man does that to another man. Ever heard of homosexuality?”

“Yes”

“Well, they were that. And that was the day, when I found out things like that exist in the world. I was a teenager then, and my hormones were at a peak at that time. Fantasy was like a part of my life then. But that single incident ruined it and my only opininon about sex with that….that it is painful and nonsense. Since then, I never got aroused or felt anything by looking at anyone...men or women. Until you came. And since I have met you, I get aroused almost every day.”, He joked but she didn’t laugh because there was nothing so funny.

“Is that why you killed your father?”

“No.”, he shook his head and continued speaking. “All these torture and pain became the part of my life. All I was waiting for was my eighteenth birthday so that I could have my wolf and then...then maybe I could save my mother from this misery but it seems like the moon goddess was not in my favor. I couldn’t convert into a werewolf even after my eighteenth birthday. But I didn’t lose hope either this way or that way, I had to stand for myself.

When I turned nineteen, I was introduced to a gang fight in the human world for the first time. It was very attractive to me. The way in which one fighter would defeat all and then all the money would be his”

“The money attracted you?”, Grace asked.

“No. The power that the fighter had. I knew I couldn’t learn these by staying between the wolves. That’s why I decided to learn it from humans and then improve the skill to use against the werewolves. Do you know whenever a fighter would walk out of the ring, everybody, even the wealthier ones who used to bet on him, would clear his way? That day I understood one thing. Everything came from power. Money and fame were something that followed it.

So, I too went for it. I wanted to be powerful. I wanted to set my mother free from the father. I wanted to give my sister a better life. I wanted to give myself….freedom.

So, after feeding my father a full bottle of beer after which he would die for the night, I used to sneak out of the house to learn fighting. I hid this fact from my mother because I knew she would never allow me to do something so dangerous. She would rather see me in rags than see me all beaten up.

The people in the fighting club were quite impressed by me as I was a fast learner. This is my only quality. I was a very fast learner. I learned to fight in just three months. The fight that I fought, won me the amount that I could only imagine at that time. It made me addicted to it.

“How much?”, Grace asked.

“$500 in an hour.”

“But you could have died, Zayden!”, She gasped. Somehow, the thought of him dying pained her.

“I know. But at that time, power was all I wanted. That day, I bought clothes for my mother and new textbooks for my sister which she didn’t own due to our low financial condition. Wyatt, however, didn't like it. Of course, he was jealous. He didn’t want me to earn a lot of money or become our sister’s favorite and that’s why he started finding his way to overpower me again. But I made it my mission to become the most powerful person in the world. I was a teenager then and insanity got over me. I never lost a battle in a human's world and I won’t boast about myself but I could easily take down six to seven fighters at once. At the age of twenty, another gang leader bought me and used me to fight for him. He paid me a fortune for that. Later I found out that he wasn’t just an ordinary gang leader but he was in the mafia business too. He was so impressed by my work that after a month of our meeting, he introduced me to his boss. I worked under him for a few months. I don’t know how but he found out about my family’s condition and how my father abused my mother and me.

So, he summoned me to his room and gave me a pistol. That was the first time I touched a gun. And I still remember his words now.

‘Kill him.’, he had told me and also revealed his real identity of being a werewolf.

I told him that I couldn’t kill my father. No matter how my father was, he still was my father. And I didn’t want to turn into a murderer.

“Then why did you kill him if you don’t want to kill him?”, Grace asked.

“That’s because, that night, he had crossed the limits of being a monster.”

“What did he do?”

“He sold my mother to his friend for one night. But the worst was that he couldn’t keep his filthy hands from my sister...from his own DAUGHTER.”, Zayden replied, the rage was clear in his voice.

“Oh my god!”, Grace gasped loudly.

“So that night, I pulled out the gun that my boss had given me and shot all the six silver bullets in his chest and forehead.”, He said and looked at her for her reaction. She felt as if she was witnessing the situation with her own eyes. “At that moment,”, he continued, “I felt so nice. I know I might sound like a serial killer, but after killing him, I felt as if I was in heaven. I felt like I was free. But I was wrong. That night took any freedom I had. I had turned into a murderer and killing people didn’t faze me anymore. My boss was happy with me as I used to kill anyone whom he wanted without feeling guilty.

But my mother, she never talked to me since the day I killed my father. She started...hating me, which increased my anger and frustration. I started killing people more fiercely to remove my frustration. I found peace in other’s pain. It made me feel that my pain had reduced. I saw myself turn into a cold-blooded criminal, who just wanted love….my mother’s love.

But God didn’t want me to have that happiness. A few months later, my so-called brother, drank all the blood of my mother. I don’t know how that happened but he was not a weak human anymore. He had turned into a vampire. I saw my mother dying. The only light in my life went off.” He said while his eyes focused on the memory of her mother’s last words.

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#TBC