、Kylian's POV
"One more!" I raised my empty glass to the bartender.
Not a minute later, he already had the bottle with him and poured me another shot.
I swirl the glass, watching the whisky create waves over the massive sphere of ice on it while I look back to my past and my relationship with my father, which I wish would just be a dream I could wake up from any time.
Bitterness filled my soul, and it was not because of the whisky flowing in my veins. No… It's because of the past I carry – it's because of my father.
Luke was not only my father but also the former alpha. As the only child and heir to the alpha throne, he was very strict with me. Despite my young age, he wouldn't show me any mercy and would beat me so badly without hesitation whenever I failed to get first place in any kind of competitions or exams.
I gulped the whisky again and closed my eyes.