Page 186 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

He deserved it after what he did to my Haven. My mate. Not just that night at the club but also over the years they’d been together. Nolan had mindlinked me what she’d said during her meeting with Frederick, and the anger I felt from hearing that helped me power through my laps.

“You mean the fun way.” Sebastian smirked, a glimmer of glee in his eyes.

I knew that look all too well. He was already planning what he would do to Lennox when he got a turn. I didn’t even want to know what was going through that calculating mind of his.

That was one side of Sebastian I prayed was never directed towards me. His intuitiveness and strategic mind made him shockingly good at interrogation and torture. He always knew what to do and what to say to get people to tell him what he wanted.

Which is why I’d gladly hand over the reins of this torture if needed. I may have wanted Lennox’s blood, but we needed answers, and Sebastian was the one who could get them.

Without a pause, I removed the rest of his fingernails. Each time I ripped one off, Lennox let out a grunt or a cry. And those noises spurred me on, helped by the image of my Sugar Plum as she lay bleeding and wounded in the hospital bed and the memory of her reaching out for me with pain and fear in her eyes.

I tossed the pliers aside and reached for his finger but stopped as a better idea entered my mind. He had mangled my mate’s neck. So I would mangle his hand.

I stood and grabbed a hammer from the tray, and Sebastian laughed as Lennox’s eyes widened, and the smell of fresh urine filled the room.

“You still have time to talk,” I crooned as I sauntered towards him, tapping my palm with the hammer. “While I decide which hand to hit first.”

My eyes flicked between his right and left hand. His body shook and flinched with each turn of my head.

“You should be scared,” Sebastian whispered in his ear. “Imagine how scared our future luna was when you had her pinned against the wall? Or when you bit into her neck? You deserve to feel that same fear and that same pain.”

I lunged forward towards his left hand, and he flinched, clenching his fist, and at the last minute, I brought the hammer down on the back of his right hand. The crunch of his bones and the shout that filled the room were almost enough to satisfy my lycan and me. Almost.

I brought the hammer down again almost immediately. I went to do it a third time when Lennox yelled out, “Okay, okay, I’ll talk! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Whatever I am able to!”

Sebastian shook his head in disappointment and let go of Lennox’s arms as he stood up straight.

“I was so looking forward to getting a turn with you,” he sighed. “Although I suppose there’s always later.”

I held in my laugh and my eyeroll. His bloodlust was something else.

“What do you mean, what you are able to?” I asked him, crossing my arms and spreading my legs.

“My dad is an alpha,” he answered, his voice breathless as he worked through his pain. The wolfsbane must have finally kicked in because he wasn’t healing at all. “He has a command on me.”

That also explained how he was a lycan. But it just raised more questions. And the only person who could override the alpha command was the king, and we didn’t have time to wait for him to get here. “From what pack?”

His throat tightened, and his mouth flopped open as he tried to say what he’d been ordered not to.

“How’d you escape the registry and the council all this time?” Sebastian asked, stalking back and forth behind the chair.

“Fake last names. Concealment spells.”

“What’s your real last name?” I asked.

His mouth flopped again, and a vein pulsed in his forehead. Another question he couldn’t answer.

“What about her parents? The Wainwrights. Are they wolves? Or something else supernatural?” I asked.

“Wolves, yes.”

“From the same pack as your parents?” Sebastian asked him, and he shook his head. “And I’m guessing you don’t know or can’t tell us what pack or what their real last name is?”

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I don’t know what pack they came from. Or their real last names.”

Sebastian moved in front of the chair and crouched to Lennox’s eye level. “How’d you know she’d be at the club? And how did we not detect you that night?”

“I’d been following her in secret. That blonde ballet dancer and her were talking about it when they were shopping, and I knew it would be the best time to get her and take her away. I’d been using scent blockers, but I used my last one that night while I enacted my plan.”

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