ALEXANDER
My father and sister were both pretty f****d-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.
“You know what I should be doing right now instead of torturing you motherfuckers?” Blake asked menacingly. They both struggled against the men holding them down, expressions like deer in headlights. “I should be enjoying my wedding ni
