The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 221

Chapter 221 The line I traced cutting into his flesh had blood gathering together in small clumps. It rolled down his skin slowly, almost excruciatingly slow. It was sort of fascinating in a way. Red painted his pale flesh. Bruises and marks scattered across his abdomen from the beating he took from the paddle. Stringing him up to the ceiling by his wrist as Isaac and Emerson took turns beating their fists into his sides with brass knuckles had weakened him more. The already broken ribs breaking more. Bone shattered. He had slipped in and out of consciousness more times than I can count but we had him coming back each and every time. It was a game. A game of wills. One I was sure he’d be losing. Benicio hissed as soon as the metal touched him, squirming against the chains binding him to the chair. His wrist and ankles were bound to the arms of his seat and the legs. There were no chances I was willing to take. Foolishness was not an option. The last thing I needed was to tie his restraints loose enough for him to slip free. Missing arm or not, it wasn’t safe to let down your guard. Underestimation was deadly. The process of restraining him had been a major issue. That was a given.

Having to force a full grown Beta into a chair was difficult, but we’d managed. There was a lot of thrashing, cussing, snarling and mid-shifting going on, but the sedatives Ivory had given him lulled his wolf enough to prevent a full shift. That, and the fact he was still recovering from the missing limb. The smell of burning flesh wafts into the air, but I don’t flinch. I don’t pull away when he starts to dig his feet into the ground. The way he grits down on his teeth and the ticking of his jaw was enough to let me

know he was being stubborn. Then again, when was he never? It was his stubbornness that got him here in the first place. “Tell me, what do you know about Xeneron? Why didn’t you help Duskfall? What is it that you’re hiding?” I bend over, staring him straight in the eyes. In all my years I’ve been too small, too insignificant to him, and yet here I was finally at eye level. I was more than he ever was. More than he ever thought I was. “How did you know about Lila?” Benicio’s lip tugs up into a smirk, bloodied teeth on show as he shook his head. He’s tired and worn out, but he still had the audacity to smirk. Sweat had drenched his hair and body. His putrid smell lingering in the air but slowly becoming stagnant the more my rage spilled over. My patience was wearing thin but I restrained myself. Benicio chuckles- dry and broken. “So strong yet so clueless.” 15-06 The Famala Alnbaie Sanctuary 93.6% Chapter 221 He continues to shake his head in amusement. Desperation pours off of him, but he’s holding onto his pride. He’s forsaking any chance of surviving for his reputation. Or at least, the shambles of it. “You disappoint me, Selene.” His tone is mocking. His words meant to insult and condescend, but when you’ve lived through years of the same treatment, the same words being thrown at you time and time again, it means nothing in the end. It’s nothing but words. There’s no substance to it. Nothing to take from it. “My love,”

I call out, never once taking my gaze away from the Beta. “Get the gag.” Benicio’s eyes flicker up to Raizel, clear panic and distrust in those blue eyes as Raizel walks over to the table across the room. I moved away from him and turned to the table where all the other equipment was laid across. It was hard to pick what else to use. Nothing seemed to work. I had to commend him on that. But maybe… maybe this time I should think a little less dry. I had wanted to be left alone. To deal with my father as I wished with no interference but Meredith had protested. She’d shaken her head, telling me I wasn’t conscious enough to make clear choices and that someone had to be with me. That I needed a support system. A pillar. Someone who would be enough to pull me back from bloodlust if I got too aggravated and intense without angering my wolf. Someone who was in the shape of my mate. “What are you doing?” Benicio’s question goes unanswered when Raizel walks passed him and to me. His sleeves are drawn up, thick arms flexing as I take a minute to watch my mate walk to me. He leans down, kissing my forehead gently to which I relished the warmth and allowed myself a moment of peace. I close my eyes and breathe him in. His scent was always enough to calm me. That inviting warmth that bubbles up in my chest whenever he touched me. His fingers graze across the line of my jaw, heat igniting the sparks rumbling from my stomach. He’s silent but the gesture is loud enough for me to understand. I’m not alone. I open my eyes. I stand away from Raizel and step directly into Benicio’s view, The Famala Minhate SameUSEUNôvelDrama.Org content.