Chapter 155

Alaric’s POV

My body went completely still. Clint’s words hung in the air like a dark and heavy cloud. His gaze remained on mine, and I didn’t look away either. Didn’t move, didn’t say a fucking word.

I didn’t try to deny it. Hell, I didn’t even want to. It’s why I was here.

To accept the fact that I killed my own father.

“Nothing to say, huh?” he asked, gaze narrowing. “You won’t try to deny it?”

With every second that passed, the expression on Clint’s face soured even more. He was in disbelief. Almost like he wasn’t sure I did it at first, and was only guessing when he tried to accuse me just now.

And me not denying his accusations only confirmed it.

Yes, I killed my father.

I was thirteen years old and completely fed up. My father had done too much, consistently beating up my mother, and even though I tried so hard to defend her, it was never enough. He still locked her up in psychiatric facilities and made her look