Jaehyun's POV
The warehouse has been my home for the past two months and I fucking hate it.
My imprisonment has been a necessary evil, it has been hell, but a helpful hell so far.
This isolation is to help me get back control over my alpha; I lost control over myself completely all because every trauma I didn't heal from after Seoha's fire was unlocked by that fucking bastard.
That bastard, Kang Chan's name is written in gold ink on my heart…when I get out of here, I'll have his heart beating in my hand till it fucking dies out, I promise.
I groan as the doctor takes the needle out of my arm, the old doctor slaps cotton to the needle wound and I wince, being the son of a nurse and hating medication is hilarious.
"How are you feeling today?" he asks and push his glass up.
