Chapter 142
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I shake my head in amusement and tuck my kockies under my thin Leaning forward at the edge of my seat, I take in the show in front of me
When I first started training to be an Alpha, Meredith had made me watch courdess interrogation sessions with the rogues they’re caught. It was visual training, she’d tell me. To see firsthand one of the many things I’d have to do as Alpha. It wasnt a matter of whether I can stomach doing such a thing or not, it was a matter if I could be about stomaching it. At least, until I was out that door and away from the person detained
Morals, righteousness, humanity-
none of that mattered the moment I stepped inside an interrogation room. The only thing that was deemed important was getting the answers I needed. No matter the method, extraction of answers was the objective. It didn’t matter if I was a saint: Alphas can’t be soft
It was their life versus the safety of my pack
It was as simple as that.
Some of the first interrogations I’ve witnessed were led and executed by Meredith. Others were handled by Williams. As expected, the first time I saw one I could hardly watch for
three minutes before I ran out the room to empty my stomach.
Cruel, merciless, patient and tactful.
You had to be all four.
There was no sympathy or pity when in the process of interrogation.
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Another jolt of agony zips through Val His teeth grinds hard and his neck stiffens from strán. Ves pop form his forehead, neck, and even his arms are adored with reins from the tightness his body has colled into. Looking at me, Isaac stands by for my signal
Val howls, his bare feet digging into the ground. His toes curl, the heels of his feet drilling into the slab of stone under him. Sweat pours down his forehead, his hair drenched from the salty excrete before it roll down to his neck and over his bare chest. It’s almost amazing how much pain someone can endure. More so, wolves. Isaac drags down the scraper, a roll of flesh skimmed from Val’s palm to the ground. Ugly, angry, red, bloodied hotches of inner flesh greeting me from Val’s hand. Isaac had dug so deep that i could see the beginnings of bones on the heel of his palm.
Blood pours out of his palm. The liquid trails down the wood of the chair until drops of blood fall to the ground under him. Its a sickening sound, really.
Drip
Drip.,
Drip.
A steady rhythmic pattern of blood splattering on the floor until it forms a small pool of dark red. Only, it continues to grow.
“You fucking… bitch. I- I’ll kill you for this. I’ll sl–slit your fucking throat wide open-
dac takes Val by the hair, yanking his head up–none too gently- so he could maintain eye contact with me. Anger pulses through our connection. His wolf glaring down at Val from the disrespect and vulgarity directed toward me. I send him a quick wave of comfort, trying to soothe his wolf into a calmer state. From the way his fist relaxed, I guessed it worked.
Val was already slurring his words, murmuring to no one every so often with his eyelids drooping from the exhaustion and pain he was going through. Strapped down to the chair by the wrists and ankles, he was forced to sit still with heavy silver chains wrapped around him. My eyes flickered down to the burn marks marring his skin before meeting his enraged eyes once more
