The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 220

Chapter 220 She cocks her head in our direction, “Heal him.” Ivory steps forward but stops when she hears me snarl out a warning. She was threatening to take. away my prize. My instincts screamed at me to take her down. To get rid of the threat but I hold onto the reins of my control. Ivory’s gaze falls back to Meredith and silently, she steps back. Her head. bowed even when I see a tiny grin on her face. She was amused. Her eyes glinting with mischief. “Selene, don’t let your anger consume you. Don’t k ill him.” She looks from me to Sophie, who was now back to her human form, na ked and cradling her mate to her chest as she weeps. It’s a pitiful sight. Everyone knew when this was over, Sophie would meet the same fate. Interfering with an Alpha’s fight meant being next in line. Meredith’s words shock her, and hope begins to form in her heart that maybe, this ex-Alpha would be her and her mate’s saving grace, but it was quickly shot down when she sees Meredith’s smirk. The dark shadow overtaking Meredith’s painfully calm expression wrings out fear from even the toughest of wolves. The ex-Alpha exudes in dominance and she immediately called for respect. Those who watched rendered silent as they observed the speculation. “You still need him. He has information. Remember, Selene. You can’t k ill him just yet.” Her gaze returns to me, “You need him alive. Just barely, but alive.” My wolf snarls again, hating the idea of letting him live but I knew she was right. Now was not the time to let loose my anger. Letting him d ie so quickly would not suffice for the pain and betrayal he has committed. He had information and there was no one who was best at getting it out other than me. But this time, I’d take my time. I’d scrape every inch of his skin just for the smallest peep.

With one last growl, I step away from him, making way for Ivory as she hurriedly crouched down to make him drink a healing potion.

Meredith grins as she looks at Sophie with obvious distaste, “Include her too.” alright folks, next chapter is gonna be like, intense. I mean, it’s basically interrogation. Torture. You know the drill. If you can’t handle blood and all that you might want to skip the next one. We finally gonna see Fio again. “How long have they been down there?” Isaac looks over to Noah, noting how the Beta sat there silently, staring at the door leading down to the interrogation cha mbers. The look on his face was hard to read. Calm but raging. It’s been the longest streak of silence Noah was able to sit through. No small talk, no jokes, no teasing with Weston -who also sat beside him the entire time- absolutely nothing. Then again, in a situation as fu c ked as this, no one would be able to say anything light hearted. There was no room for jokes. No room for anything else. Chapter 220 Not when every so often the sound of shrill screaming would echo down the hall. “Six hours.” Noah mumbles, glancing at his watch. “-and forty-seven minutes.” Adds Weston. “And Locksworth?” At that, Noah’s mou th tilts up the slightest bit as he turns to Isaac, “Being a wonderful hubby, of course.” His grin turns mischievous, “He’s there supporting his wifey.” The faint, rhythmic sound of blood spattering should be something I’m well acquainted with. The crunching of bones and tearing of skin, the feel of hair ripping out of one’s scalp should be secondary to me. The chilling pitter patter of nails falling to the ground one by one after being pulled out from the

roots of someone’s fingers should be familiar. It was, after all, all part of a routine. A standard. The sight of liquid red filling in the crevices of the stones beneath where he sat should be something I’ve grown immune it. And in truth, I was. At least to some degree. I had no hesitation when dealing with rogues. No second thoughts before swiping down silver into someones back. I had no issues with those like Fio or Val. Those who long before had it coming and was part of the job. But this? Goddess. This is entirely different. The others before were tasteless. Unimportant to a fault. It was simply professional. Business. No real driving emotion or motivation other than extracting information and getting the details I needed. It was a necessity than it was indulgence. This however, was personal. And because it was personal, there was a little bit of indulgence. I walked over to where I’d been heating up silver. The metal lighting up from dull gray into bright orange as I watched flames lic k onto the blades. It would hurt. I knew it would. Silver by itself was pain unlike no other, but heated? That was inhumane. “If I didn’t need you to speak, I would’ve cut that tongue of yours by now.” I walk around him, curling around his seated figure, dragging the tip of the scorching hot silver blade across his chest and around his back. I didn’t press hard enough to cut too deep, but it was enough to draw blood.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.