The Interrogation
753 Words
Rita’s POV
Kiya was silently eating her food, her movements calm and unhurried. Shelly kept trying to make small talk with her—asking about the food, what she liked, what she disliked—but Kiya only replied in short, polite words.
She was beautiful. Her face looked innocent, almost fragile. Her voice was soft and sweet. Anyone would assume she was just a quiet human girl who kept to herself.
But something about her silence made my wolf uneasy.
“You never told me she is a shy person,” I whispered to Ken in a low voice.
Ken shook his head slowly, his eyes still on his sister.
“No… don’t jump to conclusions yet,” he murmured. “With Kiya, silence is usually the calm before the storm.”
I frowned. I didn’t understand what he meant—until she suddenly lifted her head.
“How are you now?” Kiya asked softly, looking at me. “I see no scars left.”
“Yes… the doctor did a great job,” Ken replied before I could speak.
Kiya’s eyes narrowed just a little. “Hmm. Must be some real magic then,” she said thoughtfully, staring at me. “You had several deep cuts yesterday. They shouldn’t fade just like that.”
My heart skipped a beat.
Then she added casually,
“But why were you kidn*pped?”
Sam repeated the same answer we had given Ken earlier—the company rivalry, the data, the usual lie.
Kiya didn’t look convinced.
The innocent girl vanished in a second.
She slowly turned her gaze to Sam.
“And what were the wolves doing there?” she asked calmly, not letting the subject slide.
Sam hesitated. “I… I don’t know how they came into the scene. I reached there just before you did.”
He stuttered for a moment, then looked back at his plate, clearly avoiding her eyes.
Kiya leaned slightly forward.
“So you mean you entered from the front all alone,” she said slowly, “and didn’t see the wolf who had already killed two men—bodies that would be clearly visible if you entered from the front?”
No one spoke.
“You also didn’t even react when you saw the wolf,” she continued in the same calm tone. “If you had, we would have heard your scream.”
Pin-drop silence spread across the table.
Sam’s face turned pale. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even look up.
Then Kiya turned to me.
“What kind of information did they want from you?” she asked quietly.
“Your company isn’t involved in any major dealings. It’s not even in the news for achieving any huge targets. The RB Company has always kept a low profile.”
She tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk forming on her lips.
“So what did the kidnappers actually want? Instructions on how to run a company without rivals… or something else?”
Her eyes locked onto mine.
My breath hitched.
The innocence on her face was gone. Her gaze held power—authority. The way she questioned us felt like an interrogation. There was no room left for lies.
I was a Gamma. Sam was a Beta. We had interrogated countless rogues and traitors. We had seen fear in their eyes.
But now…
We were the ones struggling for answers.
“I… that…” My voice failed me. My knees felt weak. Even my wolf was silent.
She is our Luna, my wolf whispered suddenly.
Please help, I mindlinked everyone at the table, who were equally stunned by Kiya’s interrogation.
“She is smart… and definitely Luna material,” Shelly mindlinked quietly.
Before Kiya could speak again, a firm voice cut through the silence.
“She will not be giving you any further details,” Logan said coldly. “It will be against our company policy. I hope you understand, Miss Little Martin.”
Kiya opened her mouth to reply—but Ken spoke first.
“Stop it, Kiya,” he demanded sharply.
She slowly turned to him. Her face held no emotion.
“I am not a Martin,” she replied coldly, turning back to her plate as if nothing had happened.
Silence fell again.
I tried to shift the topic, uneasy with the tension.
“Isn’t your last name Martin?” I asked her hesitantly.
The moment the words left my mouth, I felt it.
I had opened the wrong door.
Very wrong.
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