Rapheal's pov

Trembling with bruised hands, he reached for the first aid kit, blood dripping from his neck and staining the white box. I always kept it handy whenever I lost my temper at the club — usually at the strippers. Sometimes I hurt them and give them this. Today I did the same to my Beta. I exhale.

I am an abomination, as my parents called me. I hate hurting people, but I can't stop myself. I had taken all the medication, gone to clinics, yet my wolf remains incurable. It had a ...