I didn't really like violence. Usually, I leave it to my wolf, but that time was an exception.
No one tried to stop me from punching, kicking, and stomping on the Alpha Rogue. Even so, my anger towards him never subsided.
I remembered Athena, who had suffered for more than a year.
She was lying on the bed; her tongue couldn't taste food and drink, her sense of smell didn't function, and she couldn't hear for several months.
Meanwhile, the Alpha rogue who had destroyed her group was healthy and fit without guilt, without knowing the suffering experienced by my mate.
If Lyssera was his slave, then he was callous. He had forced the little girl to work and then sold her at auction, knowing that the auctioneers were people who bought slaves with malicious purposes.
“Easy, man, easy.” I st
