~Asher~
Lesson one of my revenge modules: done and dusted.
I wiped the blood from my hands with a pristine white handkerchief, watching the crimson stain spread across the fabric with a detached calm. Tyler’s groans were nothing compared to what I planned to show the others. He was a frail, bleeding alpha prince but so bold enough to f**k my wife when I gave him the chance.
“Clean this up,” I barked to the guards as I strode toward the door, my boots echoing against the floor. “I don’t want a single drop of his filth staining my house.”
The guards nodded, their movements swift as they dragged the chair and its broken occupant out of sight. Tyler wasn’t dead—not yet. But the next steps of this little game would decide whether he wished he were.
“Lock him up and make sure Hazel
