I strode toward the slave master, my boots echoing ominously in the dim dungeon. He was tied to the chair, his wrists bound tightly with chains. Sweat trickled down his face, and his eyes darted frantically as if searching for an escape that didn’t exist.
“Alpha… please… mercy!” he begged, his voice quivering.
“Shut up!” I roared, my voice reverberating through the stone walls. The sheer force of my anger made him cower, and I could smell the sharp tang of his fear.
I stopped directly in front of him, my eyes narrowing as I studied his pathetic form. My wolf growled in my head, urging me to tear him apart, to make him feel the same agony he’d tried to inflict on Lisa.
“You dared to lay your filthy hands on her,” I said coldly, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You dared to hur
