Ryder
The man cowering before me had been so arrogant just hours ago.
Now, chained to the chair in this abandoned warehouse on the edge of neutral territory.
Philip was trembling with fear and dread. Blood dripped from his split lip where my beta, Cole, had encouraged him to be more forthcoming with information. His left eye was already swelling shut.
Good.
I stood in front of him, arms crossed, letting him feel the weight of his mistakes, the consequences of thinking he could operate in my territory without repercussions.
"A-Alpha Ryder," he stammered, his earlier arrogance completely shattered. "Please, I didn't mean—I was just following orders—"
"Whose orders?" My voice came out cold, emotionless.
"I can't—they'll kill me—"
"And you think I won't?" I leaned forward, letting
