Chapter 225
The Allure of Darkness
Ayla
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Thane asks for the one thousandth time.
‘Yes.‘ A lie p>
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“I can feel you in the bond, Ayla.” Thane reminds me.
‘I want to make sure that you hold it together, and I want to hear what he has to say. Yes, I am afraid of having a panic attack, but somebody can pull me out if that happens….right p>
‘Yeah, I will throw you over my shoulder,” Raven suggests, shrugging one shoulder at me.
“No, you won’t. Ayla is pregnant.” Thane scolds her.
‘I vote to see it happen….just to see what it would look like. Research purposes….” Cyrus interjects.
“No…no research. No shoulder, nothing. If anybody needs to get Ayla out, it will be me. If I cannot handle being in there, get me out.” Thane asks as he holds me to him. I know that the thought of me seeing this Alpha terrifies Thane, and I think he is afraid of hearing what he already knows.
I can do this.
I have my family with me.
I can keep Thane from killing this disgusting rapist.
I can hear his answers.
My wolf wants to tear his throat out and howl in victory.
I can feel her rippling in my mind, flexing just under the surface of my flesh.
She wants revenge for me and for the years she spent poisoned away.
*Raven and I have your backs. If you need to leave, you leave. We can interrogate and murder just as easily as you can. Have we heard anything about his abduction? ”
“Yeah, his beta called looking for him. It will not go away.” Thane said that Tyler is monitoring the phone lines to see if Stevens‘ poison goes anywhere else.
So many things to do, packs to spy on. Clues to uncover.
It feels like it will never change.
‘Do we care? Raven asks, looking between our Alphas.
“Nope,” Thane answers, squeezing my hand in gentle reassurance that it is going to be okay.
We all stand in silence for a few minutes. Cyrus rubs the black eye Damon gave him. Hopefully, he can spend some time with Amani without being so honest
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and help her understand her mother’s history.
Thane pulls me behind him, and I latch onto his shirt as he opens the door to the dungeon. The smell is revolting, and I cannot help but feel a little elated that the warden met his demise after weeks of torture down here. Cyrus and Raven follow and stand on each side of Thane as I peek around my mate to see Alpha Sonne drooling on himself in a chair he is chained to p>
“Wake up!” Cyrus kicks the chair, and I startle slightly, clutching Thane’s shirt. I stare at the Alpha in the chair. Last time I saw him, he was rutting and
snarling behind me. Now he looks pathetic, as if someone has been using him as a punching bag.
I find that to be enjoyable and do not try to cover it in the bond. I see Thane grin, and he reaches back and pats me on the leg, assuring me that I am okay
and so are my vengeful feelings.
I deserve it.
“W–what…You… You motherfu…” He does not get to finish his sentence as he is backhanded by Thane quickly.
“Watch how you talk in front of my Luna.” Thane growls.
“Oh yes, the bitch in the cage you rescued. I remember all about your sob story. Where is she? Is that her hiding behind you? Why am I here, Thane?” Sonne slurs his words, having difficulty holding his head up.
“Don’t pretend, Sonne. You think so little of me? We know you were communicating with Stevens during the meeting. We know you partake in the ring and have a drawer full of X, the illegal heat drug p>
“What he is saying is that we know you are a piece of shit and are going to die for it, so how many do you want to take down with you?” Cyrus interjects.
“I don’t know what you are talking…a–about p>
“That is what they all say, Sonne.” Thane sighs loudly, moving away from me to pick up a meat cleaver. I walked with him, trying to stay in his shadow.
“Are you saying that you do not partake in the trafficking ring? That you’re not tied to it in any way?” Thane asks the Alpha shackled to his chair, attempting to look calm and collected, but I can feel that he is anything but.
“Yes, that is damn well…w–what….What I am trying to say, Thane p>
“Raven, hold up his right hand,” Thane instructs Raven, who walks over to Sonne and picks up his shackled hand. The chain to the shackle is very short, and his hand can barely be raised.
M…
“What, what are you doing?” Sonne’s eyes go wide as Thane reaches for a board, much like a cutting board, and hands it to Raven, who smiles and places it under the Alpha’s hand, resting it on the arm of the chair.
“No, no…what are you going to do with that? I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!” Sonne yells as Thane turns toward me, holding
the meat cleaver.
‘Did those fingers touch you against your will?” Thane asks as I look Sonne in the face now. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops open.
“You…” he states.
“ Yes, me, ” I answer, clearing my throat, attempting to steel my spine. My wolf is snarling in my head, demanding to see his blood on her fur.
“She doesn’t know what she is talking about. I wasn’t there….she wouldn’t know…I wasn’t there…” Sonne rambles, his lies taste like bile.
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Your lies are exhausting Cyrus yawns, likely bored that there is no bloodshed yet.
In one quick motion, Thane brings the meat cleaver up and forces it down over the tips of Sonne’s fingers. Blood starts to pour out as he screams and roars
in pain, jerking back in the chair, trying to break free of his restraints as Cyrus jams a needle into Sonne’s neck.
You should not have put your fingers on my mate p>
‘I didn’t know she was your mate. Sonne cries and mumbles to himself, trembling.
“It shouldn’t have mattered. Thane brings the cleaver up again and brings it down, severing the fingers at the second knuckle now. Blood shoots out of the ends of them like fountains and splatters around. Thane has trails on his face from swiping the knife.
He looks lethal, monstrous.
Vengeful.
“Cauterize his fingers,” Thane tells Cyrus, and Cyrus turns, getting a torch and turning it on. I look away as Sonne screams. I can smell the burnt flesh and
fresh piss.
My wolf loves it.
“Tell me what I want to know, or the next time it is your hand p>
“I’m not telling you shit.” Sonne’s head falls backwards, yelling and sobbing in between ragged breaths.
“That is what they all say. They all spill their guts and die afterwards. You will be no different.” Cyrus says to Sonne as he pants and spits at the floor.
“I will tell you how much I screwed your bitch and how much she begged for it.” Sonne laughs as he pulls his head forward, looking up at Thane with a smug
grin on his face.
That won’t go well for him.
“Wrong answer,” Thane states as he brings the cleaver down on Sonne’s right hand, severing it from his shackled wrist as blood sprays everywhere, and Cyrus laughs on, Raven scratches her opossum.
His screams howl in the dungeon, piercing my eardrums and causing me to recoil.
My wolf howls in enjoyment.
A part of me feels the same way.
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