Seth’s POV- (TRIGGER WARNING)
I opened the cell door, and stepped in. A couple of werewolves followed me into the cell, ready to do my bidding. Alastair spat at my feet, as fury spread across his features. One of the werewolves punched Alastair in the face, growling, “Do not spit on your king.”
Alastair chuckled, “He is no king of mine. You killed my king. I swear my loyalty to the Queen and her mates.”
“I was actually hoping you would say that. But then, you won’t last long until you cave and give us the information we want,” I shrugged.
I waved my hand and one of the werewolves wheeled in a tray of torture devices. I picked up a needle. Pulling the vial out, and held it in front of him. For a second, his composure faltered as he realized what was in my hand. I smirked at him. But he
