Chapter 115: Chapter 115

Daxton's POV

Mixed emotions gets through me, I could barely breath and my mind was too clouded with so many thoughts. This is the moment... the first time that I was lost, I felt like I lost a half of me breaking me into pieces.

"Maive, please... hear me..." I begged, wanting for her to listen... to give me a chance to talk and explain myself about everything... However, her eyes are telling me that I have no chance to even speak a word which caused my heart to ache even more. I tightened my hug around her, afraid to lose the woman I loved for years... the only reason for my existence... the reason for my happiness.

Still, I'm praying... hoping... that she'll stay with me.

"You disgust me,"

When she said those words it felt like my whole world fell down and it hurt deeply as if an arrow pierced deep inside my heart. I didn't even realise that my hug weakened that she was able to push me away from her. The anger... disgust and... disappointment were written at once in her eyes. My eyes began to get teary as I tried not to cry... trying not to lose my temper.

I have to get her, Maive... the only woman that is keeping me stronger.

"Don't fucking come near me again."

... But then, she's giving up... without even letting me speak, she left me dumbfounded.

Flashback

Six years ago...

"Wield your sword properly," My father ordered strictly.

The sword that I was holding was much longer than my arms. It was heavy too compared to the last sword that I used to train. It is just because the sword was not a match for my age. It is for adults and it has only been months since I turned into a teen but he is making me suffer for training, as if my life depended on it.

The moment that I entered the school was also the time when my father told me about my responsibilities. I was only four when he told me that I will soon lead the werewolves specie. I couldn't understand then, knowing that I was such a kid. I couldn't care more at that age.

However, at the age of 6, I get to take an interest in weapons and such things. I used to see the gun and the knives that my father had in his cabinet. It was all exciting and intriguing for me. My father realised that and he was proud. He was more proud of it than me, excelling in maths.

I don't know why I got fond of weapons used in battle, but thinking of bloody fights seems a challenge to me that I wanted to try.

At the age of seven, I get to be part of analyzing and strengthening the security of our territory. I participated in meetings together with specialists and tacticians for our defence.

It was fun, being in training using my mind and analysing situations is more likely a game that I enjoyed. A year later, when I was 8, I was already the one handling the security and defense. That's what makes my life thrilling as I learned leading a bunch of people at the youngest age. My mind thinks more like adults as if I have been the instrument used to defeat the enemies.

There, my life has changed. The feeling of exhaustion... pain and death, has been a burden to me, only I wish that I couldn't feel it, but I could. Everyday feels like hell, that I have been so immune to pain it wouldn't go away.

At the age of ten, my father prisoned me in a cell with a vampire. I knew that if I was on the verge of death, he would eventually open the cell. However, the vampire attacked me aggressively and I only fought for survival. I nearly died if not for my brain to function independently and my body fought to the extent in order to survive. I have no idea that at the age of ten, I killed for the first time. It is a lie if I said that I did not enjoy him begging for his life, not after he had scarred my thigh big time.

"That was your best?" It was my father who seemed to be disappointed as he looked at me.

I shook my head, trying again to show him my swordsmanship. My hands were all calloused, practicing to improve my swordsmanship. I had to do better, I don't know why I am doing this but maybe I just wanted my father to praise me... to be proud of me, so dad and mom would now fight again because of me.

My father was strict. I sometimes think that his love for our fellow werewolves is greater than his love for his son. He was never affectionate to me. My mother shows tenderness and love for me. However, I could hear them sometimes arguing because of it. I was never loved properly... so I was not aware of the proper way of doing it too.

Which is why I was known for being cold and ruthless, just because I was taught to be that person I am now. The feeling of being weak wasn't taught to me, dying is what I called weak but not merely the pain and bruises because I have to stand and fight until death.

"You'll be out later tonight," he said before puffing his cigarette.

I inserted my sword in the scabbard and wore the strap around me. Although a part of me seemed nervous but I got the hang of it that it seemed nothing. I nearly feel nothing anymore, after everything I have been through, I couldn't feel anything because I was already immune to pain.

People even called me a monster due to a lot of enemies I killed because of my skills and intelligence. No individual has ever defeated me, even if I fight to death, I still have to earn the victory.

"Where to?" I asked, coldly.

It seems that due to the things my father always wanted me to do, I lost my respect for him as my father... I only treated him as the Alpha King of the Werewolves.

"In a cave near a human village." He simply said.

He did not even bother to elaborate as if he plays mystery.

But this is my father, in every mission I had, I should solve it first in order to survive.

I did not ask him further. He will be pissed if I do but I am certain that it would be my another training. I just don't know what I will encounter in that place, there is only one thing I know for sure, I have to be ready for whatever it is.