Chapter 9

　　Lucas' POV 　　"She's too weak." I shook my head and said, "She's weaker than my mother used to be. If I accept her, I'll be weak, just like my father. She's a plague, Lucian. She'll ruin the whole pack.” 　　Lucian said, "You have never told me anything about your parents. I only know that they passed away when you were very young.” 　　"I have never mentioned them to anyone for a reason." I said. 　　I had always been known as a fatherless demon. 　　The cursed one. 　　"Was that because of your mother?" Lucian asked. 　　I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling of the tent. 　　Then, I closed my eyes. 　　That fucking she—wolf. 　　I could still see the scars and bruises on her chest. 　　Her thighs twitched and tensed when I touched her. 　　The way she bit her lips and complied. 　　Everything. 　　She reminded me of my mother. 　　I fucking hated my mother. 　　"My mother was weak when she met my father. Her weakness and vulnerability evoked my father's compassion and sympathy. He married her to be his Luna