CHAPTER 81
+25 BONUS
RYAN’S POV
The black van Alex had brought was parked right outside the hospital building, its engine still running, the back doors wide open. My eyes narrowed as I walked closer, my steps heavy with anger, my fists clenching tighter with every second.
Inside the van, two men sat hunched over in handcuffs, their mouths gagged and their eyes blindfolded. One of them had piercings all over his face and ears, rings and studs glinting under the dim streetlights, his jaw sharp but his expression twisted into something that almost looked like amusement despite his state. The other had tinted golden hair and dark tattoos running down his neck and arms, marks that looked like they’d been carved to provoke, to show a life of defiance.
Both men were strangers to me, faces I’d never seen before, yet something about them sent a sharp bolt of rage through my veins.
“Alpha,” Alex said firmly, coming to stand beside me. “They’re the ones.”
My eyes flicked from Alex to the two men, my voice low and cold. “Who are these?”
“The ones who did this to Anna,” Alex replied without hesitation, his tone clipped, professional, but there was a trace of anger there too.
I frowned, my jaw tightening. “So strange. I thought it might’ve been her. The way she smirked…” My eyes flicked back to the van, the muscle in my cheek twitching. “Wasn’t it Alpha King George’s daughter?”
“I haven’t interrogated them yet,” Alex said, keeping his tone even. “But they’re the ones behind the scandal too. And also the ones who pushed Anna down the stairs.”
As soon as Alex finished speaking, the two men inside the van laughed, their muffled voices coming out as ugly, taunting sounds through their gagged mouths. Alex’s jaw tightened and he barked at them,
“Keep shut!” The men only smirked harder under their blindfolds.
My teeth ground together, my hands curling into fists so tight my knuckles ached.
“Drive,” I ordered, my voice deep and sharp like a blade. “Drive to the pack’s dungeon.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Alex replied immediately, moving to the driver’s seat without another word. The van pulled out, its wheels crunching against the pavement. I pulled out my phone as we sped away and sent a quick text to my father, my fingers moving quite fast while my heart pounded..
‘I’ll be back soon. Taking care of something.‘
Then I fired off another text to the head warrior of the pack, who also doubled as the head of police, Jim, a young man just a little older than myself.
Jim was the son of the previous head warrior, who had worked for my father for years before retiring, and now it
was his turn to serve me.
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‘Bring men to the dungeon now.‘
I got a reply almost immediately.
‘Yes, Alpha.‘
My eyes glowed faintly, a dangerous mix of red, blue, and yellow, the colors of fire burning in my veins. My wolf was restless, my anger building with every breath. Anna’s face flashed in my mind, pale and still on the hospital bed, completely unaware of what had happened to her. I gripped my phone tighter.
By the time the van rolled through the gates of the pack’s house, a massive building my father had designed over the years for all things related to the pack, I was seething. Tonight, it was going to be put to its darkest use.
Alex climbed out of the driver’s seat, opened the back of the van, and dragged the two men out without an ounce of gentleness. Their boots scuffed against the ground, their bodies jerking as they stumbled. I didn’t lift a finger to help; I just watched with cold eyes, my aura pressing down on everyone as if a storm was making the air heavy.
They were guided into the interrogating room, a stark, soundproof chamber deep inside the building. The two men were shoved into chairs, their hands still cuffed, their eyes still blindfolded, their mouths still gagged.
I stepped closer and ripped the gags from their mouths myself, my voice low and deadly as I asked, “Who sent you to do this?”
They both chuckled darkly, the one with the piercings licking blood from his lip. “No one sent us,” he said, his tone mocking. “We just wanted to do it ourselves.”
My jaw flexed as I asked again, my voice colder this time. “Who sent you?”
The man with the tattoos smirked. “You’re wasting your time.”
My hand moved before I even realized it. I struck the man with the piercings across the face, the impact so strong it knocked the other one sideways too. The tattooed man’s teeth clattered as some fell to the floor, his mouth filling with blood. For a split second even I was shocked at the force of my own blow.
I leaned in, my voice a growl. “I’ll ask one more time. Who sent you?”
