Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 275: Flashback - 15

Krivan was on his knees while thinking all this, as his stepbrother, the Luna, and the Alpha sat in front of him on the sofa.

And those three faces looked like they wanted to kill him and nothing else.

"Close the door right now," the Alpha gave the order while taking the lash in his hand.

"Take off your clothes right now and get on all fours... I’ll have to teach you a lesson at any cost."

Krivan did what he said because he couldn’t dodge the punishment even if he wanted to.

When his father started to hit him with those lashes, he was only remembering Silas’s face and giving consolation to his heart that one day everything would be fine, and no one would be able to punish him. He would also live like any other normal person.

After his father was done hitting him, he called the other knights and had Krivan thrown into the dungeon, telling them to torture him like he had committed treason.

Torture for treason is the most dangerous and painful torture.

But since those knights had worked with Krivan, they felt pity for him while taking him into the dungeon.

"Krivan, why don’t you run away from here? Why are you still staying here?" one of the guards said.

But it’s not like he hadn’t tried. He had tried many times, but the Luna’s guards always captured him, and then the most painful punishments awaited him again.

That’s why he had stopped running away and accepted his fate—that no one could save him.

He would have to endure all of it. And he didn’t even know why.

"I can’t run away from here. They’ll capture me again, and there will be new punishments. So I’m tired of running away. It would have been best if I hadn’t been born in the first place," Krivan said.

"Don’t say things like that. I really can’t understand—even if you’re an illegitimate child, they’re treating you very badly, torturing you every day. They’re not human at all."

But what can Krivan even do, even if they’re treating him like this? Because he doesn’t have any powers now.

"Krivan, if you don’t want to endure this anymore, then there is a way. If you’re willing, I’ll tell you."

"What is that way?" Krivan asked immediately.

"I know someone who can do black magic—and that too at the next level. If you’re willing to learn, he can help you,"

that guard said. Doing black magic is something illegal in this time too.

When Krivan heard about black magic for the first time, he didn’t think twice before agreeing.

That was the only way he could think of for now—to save himself from dying.

Those knights helped him a lot by not giving him the torture meant for treason.

And that guard talked with the person who was known only for black magic. That person said he would teach Krivan, but he would have to live with him. That’s why those guards lied to Krivan’s father, saying that Krivan had died because he couldn’t handle the pain of the torture.

Hearing this, they didn’t even bother to see his corpse and just told them to throw it somewhere far away.

It meant Krivan couldn’t live in the Dark Pack anymore. Living there would be inviting his own death for real.

That person was already waiting for Krivan outside his pack, so when he left, he met him right away.

Now, his main goal was to become stronger, powerful, and that too for Silas—and to take revenge on the Dark Pack.

It was a long journey, and he was riding a horse. And by his side that person too he was wearing black outer cloak which is why he couldn’t able to see his face.

It was great that those knights had treated Krivan’s wounds before he left and handed him some money too, even bringing him his own money which he had hidden with them.

But when he came into another, that perosn leave him saying he would come to him tommorow.

he didn’t know where to live. And when he found the cheapest place to stay, he was even happy because that room wasn’t a basement.

And there was no one who would break in and hit him even while he was sleeping.

He directly lay down on the bed, and it felt so nice, even though the bed was a single one—because he used to sleep on the floor all these years.

As he closed his eyes, he fell asleep. The next day, when he woke up, he realized he was no longer in the Dark Pack.

He was in another pack—but that perosn hasn’t come to him yet again.

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Meanwhile, on the other side, in the palace of Silas’s pack...

"Dad, I want to go. Please let me go. I’ll come back by evening."

Orian wanted to go into the town, but Jeren was stopping him. Since Orian was strong, but not as much as Silas, he didn’t want his son to get hurt.

That’s why he was telling him to stay in the palace—or if he really wanted to go, then Jeren would also come with him.

But Orian was denying that. He wanted to go alone. And if he was going, he should at least take some knights with him.

That’s all Jeren wanted, but Orian said he wasn’t going to take any knights.

"Dad, please. I’ve listened to you about everything, right? Just this once, Dad."

Jeren possibly couldn’t say no to either of his sons. If they acted pitiful and said please, please, he would always give in.

"Okay, you can go, but make sure you’ll be safe. And take one knight with you—then I’ll allow it. If you don’t take any knight with you, then... sorry, I can’t do anything."

In the end, Orian didn’t have any choice, and he took one of the guards with him—even if he didn’t want to.

And when he got permission, he ran back into his room, sat in front of the mirror to see if he looked good or not.

Then he opened his wardrobe and wore some casual clothes, which didn’t even look expensive only casual. He just wanted to look normal.

After getting ready, he sat in the carriage and left from there. He was pretty excited to go into town.