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Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty One “Interrogation”

Amira POV I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I’m a f*****g white wolf. A badass. It’s okay to show

that. Torturing people isn’t okay.

I rock Meda back and forward, struggling with my own internal battle. Do I go to the dungeons and help

torture? I know that I’m good at it, but I’m trying to stow away the crazy psycho b***h within me

because of the precious life currently in my arms.

“Even when frowning you’re gorgeous,” I hear Erebus say from behind me. I spin around and narrow

my eyes at him.

“What are you doing here?”.

“I was going to offer to take Meda while you go speak to the prisoners. By speak, I mean interrogate.

By interrogate, 1 mean torture. Damon wanted to be set loose on them, but he’d cut off their d***s and

make them eat it, so I figured sending you in would be the first option.”

I let out a breath. I’m not exactly known for my mercy, either.” I admit.

Erebus shrugs. “You have to do what you have to do. Now, may I see Meda? I want to be able to hold

at least one of my baby girls.”

A pleasant shiver goes down my spine at the insinuation, but I stop it. I’m not ready to give into Erebus

yet, but over the last day and a half since the rogue attack, he’s proven himself. He’s been incredibly

kind, caring, and supportive. Even Meda’s warming up to him.

I give him a small smile.

“You know how to get her formula ready, it’s about time for that. Remember to warm it under water from

the tap, not in the microwave.”

“Of course.” He confirms, gently taking Meda. “Christian and Damon are in the basement. Go, our little

girl will be well taken care of.” I hate myself for loving it when my mates use the words “our little girl.” I

hate how right it feels. I nod at Erebus before making my way towards the basement, breathing deeply.

My moral side is yelling at me, telling me not to torture. That I need to be my best self for Meda. The

rest of me knows that torture is the best way to get information, which is exactly what I need right now.

Apparently rogues haven’t been forthcoming with answers.

I take a deep breath, and neutralize my features as I head into the dungeon. Christian meets me at the

door and pulls me into a passionate kiss, kneading my ass for a few moments. When I try to pull away

he spanks me and pulls me flush against him, reminding me that he’s in charge, and I melt into him. Let

him dominate and take control.

When he’s finally done and pulls away I’m breathless, causing him to chuckle and kiss my forehead.

“Good girl” he praises.” “Alright. Now that you have that out of your system, show me where the rogues

are.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Well, in terms of the initial ten we took… six committed suicide. They had wolfsbane pills hidden in

their clothes, and took them as soon as they could. Then Damon got pissed and beat two of them to

death, so now we only have two left. But these two seem to be the most important ones.”

Damon beat two of them to death? I’m well aware of his reputation of cruel and unusual punishments,

but I try to stay away. I don’t like seeing that side of him.

Is that what I’m going to see today? “Where is he?” I ask. “Right here.”

HUIVIT UP LU HITT. “You j***t! Why the hell would you murder two of them? We need as many as we

can get!” Damon’s eyes gleam with domination and warning. “Careful, baby. I’m still Alpha.” I scoff,

“And I’m still the rarest and most powerful breed of wolf.”

Damon backs me against a wall, causing my breath to catch, and I let out a small moan at the gesture,

immediately hating myself for it afterwards.

“Damon, we can have fun with her later. We really need to get information from the rogues” Christian

says, causing Damon to let me go.

“This isn’t done, babygirl” he warns, briefly pecking my lips. I smirk at him before following Christian to

the rogues.

I step into the interrogation room and look around, taking everything in. The two rogues are chained to

walls on opposite sides of the room, naked except for small boxer briefs.

“Well, well, well” I greet, smiling and walking up to the table in the center of the room, on which lies an

array of torture tools. However I don’t see any knives, which have always been my preference.

Somebody bring me an array of torture knives, all available sizes and types. I send out in mindlink, and

see both Damon and Christian grin. They’re clearly going to enjoy watching the fuckers who were a

threat to me and Meda get demolished.

“So… From my understanding, you two are the ring leaders of this little operation?” Neither of the

rogues speak, but they share a look. I smile. “I was hoping we could do this the hard way.”

Fear flushes into their features as a tray with an assortment of knives is brought in by a member of the

house staff, and set on the metal table in front of me.

Fear.

What an interesting emotion. Concept. The dark part of me loves inducing fear to those who deserve it.

And I know how to do it well.

So I wait. Take my time. Be patient, and watch fear build in the rogues eyes as I run my hands over the

selection of knives, picking some up and testing their sharpness as I go.

Once I can practically feel the dread pouring off of them, I approach the weaker looking rogue.

My guess is that these two are close, from how they have been looking at each other. And from the

little I’ve interpreted, the stronger rogue is protective and cares for the weaker one. They’re both strong,

but the one I stand in front of is weaker.

“What are their names?” I ask Christian and Damon. “They’ve only referred to each other by letters.

The one you stand next to is B. The other one is Z.” I nod.

“Alright, Z. We’re going to play a little game. I’m going to ask you a question, and every time you don’t

answer or lie to me, I’m going to place a cut on B. See, bodies are canvases. And I love making art.”

Z opens his mouth, and talks.