LUCIAN
My knuckles ached from the repeated impact. The bastard’s face was barely recognizable—swollen, bloodied, and twisted in a sickening form… yet he was still laughing.
He was a fool.
“Just kill me already.” His grin widened, and a trickle of blood slipped down his chin. “Why does it matter? You’re going to kill me anyway.”
I tightened my grip. “You still have a chance to die quickly.”
The man coughed, spitting more blood onto the cold floor. “Quickly? You must be going soft, Alpha.” His chuckle was hoarse, and his breath reeked of iron. “I’ll say this much—I did what I did because I could. Because someone let me.” His swollen eyes gleamed. “But you already know that, don’t you?”
My jaw tensed. Maren. But before I could ask if she was the one, the door behind me creaked open.
