Page 84 of The Alpha King's Fate

“I can control myself,” he growled.

Dylan’s gaze lowered to his fists. His claws were digging into him again, and the scent of his blood filled the air. Of course, Dylan would think he was out of control, but he had never been more focused. He and Cain were of one mind.

He pushed past his Beta and Gamma and walked into the interrogation room. Ambrose’s eyes were wide open as he looked around the darkened room, and when they settled on him, his breathing became harsh, as if he was about to have another panic attack.

He looked down at his t-shirt and the bullet holes riddled all over it. It was bloody but he’d already dug all the bullets out and healed. Before mating Layla, he’d have needed more time, but his chest was as smooth as it had been before Ambrose’s stupidity.

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” he said as he walked over to a chair on the other side of the room. “You’re a fucking terrible shot; you barely grazed me.”

He scraped the chair across the floor and placed it in front of Ambrose. The human’s heart rate was elevated and his pupils dilated, not just because of the low lighting but because his fear ramped up. His former Head of Security was trembling so much the chains holding him were rattling.

“Forgive my rudeness,” he said as he pulled the tape off Ambrose’s mouth. “I don’t normally chain and gag my guests unless they ask me to.”

Ambrose squeaked but didn’t say anything as he watched him sit and cross his legs.

“Now, shall we talk?”

Ambrose bit his jaw and looked anywhere other than his eyes. A sure sign that he thought he wasn’t going to talk. But he was human, with human weaknesses. Like Costas and all the other men before him, he would speak.

“What did they offer you? Do you even know how deep the shit you’ve put yourself in is? Was it you who talked those two unfortunate souls into it?”

Ambrose closed his eyes, and by the way he hitched his breath, he had to be thinking about what happened to his fellow traitors.

“Maybe you really don’t know what you’ve got yourself into. Talk, Ambrose, before I get more pissed off.”

“You’re going to kill me anyway,” Ambrose whispered.

“Perhaps,” he answered. “I don’t give a shit about you; I won’t lose sleep about it one way or the other. I want the assholes you work for. Give me something worth my time.”

Ambrose opened his eyes and met his gaze for the first time since he’d entered the room. The hope in his eyes was expected. Pitiful. As if he would let this slide. Everyone involved in taking Layla would meet a gruesome end; he was sure of that much.

“They offered me one hundred thousand dollars if I told them of anything suspicious in the hotel,” Ambrose answered quickly. “Weird shit like wolf sightings and people with animal characteristics. I didn’t believe any of it until that old drunk started going on about glowing eyes.”

“So you told them about a man’s drunken ramblings, and now Layla has been kidnapped,” he growled.

“I didn’t know what they were going to do, I swear,” Ambrose said, his voice rising.

“Really? Is that why you shot me? Is that why you sent everyone else away so you could delete the security footage?”

There was no way Ambrose didn’t see the aftermath of what happened outside, and he hadn’t seemed fazed when he’d clawed his friends’ throats out. He knew more than what he was saying.

“You’re going to have to speed things up, Ambrose. Where did they go?”

“I only have a number. I don’t know where they came from.”

Whatever number he had would be encrypted, just like all of his, but he asked for it anyway. He already had Ambrose’s phone, and his team was looking through all the communication.

“It’s saved in my phone under Mr Joey. I didn’t know their names,” Ambrose whispered. “Please don’t kill me. My wife...”

His fists clenched again. His body tightened as the words lit a fire inside him.

“So your wife is more important than the woman I love?” he growled.

Ambrose’s eyes widened, and the little bit of hope in them disappeared.

“No... No,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what they were going to do.”

Lies! Ambrose had been well prepared for the aftermath.

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