*WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CAN BE QUITE GRAPHIC WITH DETAILS ON TORTURE*
*K. Edric’s POV*
I didn’t think twice before running to the dungeons. I want these fūckers to start talking. More than talking, I wanted them to pay for the shīt that they had done. Especially that coward of an al alpha.
I told Victoria to go back upstairs, but of course, she is just as stubborn as mom was.
As soon as I saw Blackfort, I was pleased to see that the guards had already started. They had definitely gone easy. His beta and him were hanging from the ceiling with silver chains around their wrists. They were both quite bruised but if I could see the color of their skin, then they weren’t bruised enough.
Blackfort looked into my eyes, and the motherfūcker had the nerve to smile. That was when I swung at him
