Alpha Liam’s POV
The stench hit me before I even stepped fully inside. The place smelled of damp stone, rust, blood, sweat and fear.
The underground prison had always been a place of silence, but tonight, it felt different. It was alive with rogues sitting in them.
The guards straightened the moment they saw me approaching, their grips tightening on their weapons.
“Alpha,” one of them greeted, bowing his head slightly.
“Open it,” I said.
The iron gates creaked as they were pulled apart, the sound echoing through the narrow corridors like a warning to them, not me.
As I stepped in, rage simmered beneath my skin, feeding the curse, stirring it, tempting it to take over. My chest felt tight again as I felt something strong and dangerous.
These losers had the audacity to attack me
