Sun Seth Memories

Chapter 13

WARNING: This chapter depiction of rape and strong language that is not suitable for young readers. Reader discretion is advised.

A Clawstone

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW

Sun gritted his teeth while keeping his hands on the towel gently pressed against Seth's bleeding forehead.

"Contact the head of The White Jackal, tell him to get his crew to clean all the mess in that place. I don't want a single man out of the mansion to spill a single piece of information about what happened tonight. Also, get all the information about the de Capille's, I want everything about them. From the surface of their family to their deepest and darkest secrets. I also want to know everyone involved to them, especially those involved in today's incident." He ordered Clark.

Sun couldn't fathom what could have happened if he didn't ask Seth to be tracked or if Seth disagreed Good thing Seth agreed on him having access to his GPS because if he didn't track Seth, the result could be worse.

He looked at Seth's pale complexion and smiled bitterly.

Could be worse? How dare he think that way. This is already the worse that could have happened to his wife. Seth was raped by that man.

While Seth laid there, unmoving, that man was moaning and thrusting his hips back and forth with his eyes closed in pleasure.

Sun groaned and shut his eyes making sure that he didn't exert any unnecessary force on his hands that are placed on Seth's forehead.

"Clark, I want the de Capille's destroyed. Thoroughly. Have the Knights ready."

"I understand, Young Master. Please, I know it's difficult but you must reign yourself especially now that Young Master Seth is in a risky situation."

He doesn't need to be told twice. Still, remembering the face of that man on top of his wife, violating him while insisting that Seth was his wife angers him. It's enough to drive him to the brink of rage. Rage that he and Clark knows won't end well.

"...thank you," he whispered to Clark while looking at Seth. If Clark wasn't there, he could have killed the man, a good thing Clark stopped him. Death is too easy for people like him. He won't let them escape so easily.

He will break them. One by one. Thoroughly until there is nothing left of them.

He didn't undergo that hellish training and all procedures to be with Seth just so people like them can hurt his wife. No f*****g way.

He caressed Seth's cheek softly and closed his eyes.

Sun is not a saint, he knows that. He is not a good man either, there are lives taken because of him. He knows that. He knows he has no right to be with Seth, just as Seth has fears, he too does. He fears that once Seth realizes just how tainted his hands are, how bloody his past is, Seth might walk away and Sun knows that if that happens one day, he has to let him go. He can't cling on to Seth regardless of him being his last hope. He knows he has to let him go. He imprinted that on his mind as he endured his training and yet... and yet day by day, he's growing greedy. Just having Seth in his house is not enough anymore. He wants Seth to see him, smile at him, welcome him every day. Every day he looks forward to going home knowing Seth is one of his rooms.

When they finally arrived back in the mansion, all the maids and junior butlers are waiting for them.

"His room is already prepared, Master. The doctor has arrived too and is waiting at the tea room." The Assistant Head Butler reported.

"Well done. Take him to Seth's room." As much as he'd like to put Seth in his room he knew he still hasn't earned his trust yet.

Seth will surely panic if he wakes in an unknown room. At least his room has some familiarity for him. Sun can only hope.

Sun softly laid Seth on the bed at the same time Hilda, his family's doctor arrived.

"Oh God, what happened to him?" She gasped while quickly checking Seth's body.

In respect for Seth's privacy and giving Hilda her space to do her job properly without him freaking out and ordering her to hurry or anything, Sun choose to leave the room and only returned moments later when Hilda called for him.

"How is he?" He asks as soon as he enters.

"Fortunately, his injuries aren't severe. There are no underlying problems aside from his superficial wounds and bruises. I've disinfected the wound on his forehead, don't forget to change the bandage on his forehead every day or if it gets wet and dirty to reduce scarring. The wound needs to be always clean and dry. He might have a moderate concussion." Hilda glanced at him and heaved a sigh. "There are minor rectal bleeding from anal fissures but it's not life-threatening so you need not worry Sun." Hilda tapped his stiff shoulders before she walked past him. "I'll tell Clark what needs to be done, I'll go ahead."

Sun nodded his head. "Thank you, Hilda."

She chuckles, "you know you're always welcome. I'm simply doing my job, and oh, about whoever did this to him. Show them what the surname Clawstone truly means, Sun. You don't need to hold back because lowlives like rapists don't deserve that mercy." With that, Hilda left the room.

Mercy huh. If only Hilda knew how he is holding himself back just so he can execute his plans for them. He agrees though. None of them deserve mercy because of their actions.

A knock sounded on the door followed by Clark's voice. "Young Master, Head of the White Jackal is waiting for you at the meeting room."

Sun heaved a deep sigh, "All right. Tell them I'll be there in a moment."

"Yes, Young Master,"

Sun caressed Seth's peaceful sleeping face. "I'm glad I have you back, Seth. God knows how scared I am to lose you. Sleep well, my wife, and don't worry about anything else. I'll have them pay tenfold for what they did to you." He leaned down and softly kisses Seth's forehead, "I... I am hopeless if not with you..." He whispered before he walks and softly closed the door.

~

“Shhh… don’t make a noise, Seth. You might wake your Mom…” The brown-haired man placed his finger on his lips while shaking his head. “Now, now, don’t be scared. You know I won’t hurt you,”

Seth looks at his mother’s sleeping figure, his eyes brimming with tears he can’t contain to himself.

Why is his father doing this to him…?

“D-Dad…” he mumbled, trembling.

His father's lips formed a wide grin before his father leaned on his neck and kiss it before licking it. “Hah…hah…” his father’s heavy breathing is hitting his neck. “My son… you’re my son but…”

“Dad… s-stop…Mo—“

His father covered his mouth harshly when he’s about to call and wake his mother up. His father glared down at him and out of nowhere, pulled the kitchen knife he was hiding that Seth didn’t notice.

Seth’s eyes widen and he trembled even more. “I won’t hurt you. Shusshhh, don’t cry. Don’t cry, don’t wake your Mom too. If not, I’ll hit her with this, you don’t want that, right?”

Seth quickly shakes his head while silently crying.

10 years old. Young as he is, he knew what his father is doing to him is not right. His father was… his father was kind during the day, he wouldn’t let his classmates play with him because he’s worried Seth will be bullied. His private tutor was fired because his father thought his private tutor wasn’t teaching him well. His father is always with him. Keeping him and his mother safe.

But… why was he scared of him all this time?

His father’s smile can be scary sometimes but he never hurt him. Not once.

The first time… what his father is doing is bad. Seth knows that but as he looks at his sleeping mother, his eyes found their way to the kitchen knife his father placed near his mother. His cries intensified.

Why would his father do this to him? Was he bad? Was it because he wasn't listening to him this afternoon? Was that what made him mad?

His father is touching his body all around but Seth didn’t fight back. No, he doesn’t have the nerve to.

There is only one thing running on his head while his father is touching him. He was bad. This is his father’s punishment.

… was what he thought.

The same treatment continued for many months until Seth finally realized that it wasn’t his fault. He was young. He was too young to realize that what his father did to him was what other adults called ‘rape’.

Seth’s father is raping him.

Seth turned 11 and the same treatment still happens, he kept quiet because his beloved mother’s life is in the hands of his father. It was for her safety. He tried telling her but when he’s about to speak up, his father appeared behind his mother holding the kitchen knife.

Seth was shaken. He can’t. He can’t risk the life of his mother.

He’ll endure.

That is what he thought.

If only he told her sooner. She wouldn’t have died. In the hands of her own husband.

“It was my fault. I’m at fault. My body is…my body is a sin. I shouldn’t have been born. I shouldn’t have been an omega…”

That phrase was embedded in Seth’s mind. It was what his father would tell him. If only he’s not an omega. His father wouldn’t have committed the crime. His father wouldn’t have touched him if he wasn’t an omega. His body was what drove his father to do bad things. His mother died because of him. His father was sent to jail but also died because of him.

He’s a sinner. He doesn’t deserve to live.

… until he arrived. Seth’s hope.

“… yeah. It’s your fault so you need to die.”

Or so he thought.

~

SUN clenched his teeth with the crumpled paper in his hand. “Animals, no,” he shakes his head, “they’re worse than animals.”

De Capille.

That surname took the lives and freedom of innocent young men and women, even children who are clueless about the world were taken advantage of.

The pretense of hope they established, the image of noble deeds they do is only to benefit from it by satisfying all their twisted desires.

Omegas.

They treat omegas as s*x slaves regardless of age! Drugs! Blackmail. Abuse. Every single vile deed just to satisfy themselves! To think they’re viewed as a family whose kindness is unlike others. They fooled the public quite well.

“… f**k…” Sun breathed while looking at the folder containing the pictures of the victims. The majority are teens and children. “That website you were talking about, Anton. Can you access them and take over?”

Anton, the blonde-haired beta and the head of White Jackal nodded his head. “Kai is handling it. What should we do to the workers?”

The workers in de Capille mansion. “Identify who is innocent and who isn’t.”

“That’s rather difficult but not impossible. Any other order?”

“Yeah. Send some of the men to infiltrate the foundations and copy all the important documents containing all their dirty works. Send it to the media, start from small scandals. Every day, send all their dirty deeds to the media so they suffer losses every day.”

Anton grinned. “Sure will. Anything else?”

“Ah, there seems to someone left in that mansion. The asshole named Jaxson. I shot his legs but make sure that he won’t be able to use not only his legs but also his d**k. Keep him alive, I’d like him to witness how I’m going to ruin their lives.”

Anton whistled. “Hell yeah!”

Sun read the remaining documents.

“Clark,” he called

“Young Master.”

“Pull out all the investment in these companies.” He handed Clark the folder with the details of all of Jaxson’s friends.

Written on the document are the following:

Lewis Johnson --- J. Holdings

Lucas Springtell --- LIS Tech.

Adelle Molina --- LM Star Entertainment

Evans Merkel --- Merkel Estate

Those are renowned names in their respective industries but then, even if these families combined, they are simply dusts against the Clawstone’s.

“I will see to it that it’s done before tomorrow afternoon.”

Sun glanced at his butler and nodded his head. “Thank you,”

Sun heaved a deep sigh and massaged his temple before he stood up. “If there’s anything else, Anton, call Clark. I’ll go to my wife’s room.”

“Affirmative. Ah, I hope your wife recovers quickly, Sire.”

Sun nodded his head, “thanks. Clark, see Anton and the others out.”

“Yes,”

Tired, Sun walked towards Seth’s room and sat on the couch while looking at his wife. He breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he’s safe.

Even though his head’s about to break from the pain, Sun didn’t care. Seth’s safety and welfare come first. Always.