Page 85 of The Alpha King's Fate

“Did they tell you they’d kill me so you would be safe? You seemed very surprised to see me walking into my own fucking hotel,” he said as he leaned over and gripped Ambrose’s knee.

“No...”

Another lie.

His claws extended and ripped through Ambrose’s trousers.

“No! Please,” Ambrose whispered.

Ambrose wasn’t shocked by what he could see. It was clear he already knew about werewolves. It was time for Cain to start the interrogation properly; they had wasted enough time already.

“I’m going to give you one last chance, Mr Ambrose,” he said, his voice deeper as Cain assumed control.

His claws pierced Ambrose’s skin, and the scent of blood tipped him over. There was no going back now. Ambrose’s scream echoed through the basement and fed his depraved soul.

“Tell me again. Who do you work for?”

“Please don’t kill me,” Ambrose whispered. “Please don’t kill me. Please...”

“Tell me everything you told them. Everything you said. Anything you overheard. Tell me what I want to hear, and I won’t torture you,” he growled.

His t-shirt tightened across his chest as his body morphed to accommodate the beast. Ambrose didn’t miss anything. His eyes widened as he saw the fur on his arms, and the hand gripping his knee became even larger, the claws more deadly.

“I didn’t think it was true,” Ambrose stuttered. “I would never have... I don’t know where they are. They promised I could join them and I would keep making the same money if I remained helpful. They want to get rid of all the wolves. I swear I don’t know anything else.”

His claws slowly sliced through the flesh like butter until he hit the bone. Ambrose ground his teeth and bit back a scream.

“I’m sure you can do better than that. Let me give you a little more motivation.”

Ambrose slowly lifted his head. Tears ran down his face, and he looked every bit the weak human that he was. He met the beast’s eyes, the red eyes of the man who would take his life, and his face paled. Something trickled to the floor.

And such a man was responsible for the situation he was in.

Ambrose pushed himself back as if he could move even an inch. The chains rattled more. Sniffles turned to sobs.

“Let’s play a little game,” he started. You tell the truth, and I won’t do this.”

The sound of bones crunching under his hand came before the screams. They didn’t move him. Nothing would move him until his mate was back in his arms.

“I can keep you alive while I break every bone in your body. And if you don’t give me anything, I will go after your family. Talk, Ambrose. The truth this time.”

“They want to find out what she is,” Ambrose shouted. “I don’t know why, but they were very interested in Miss Layla. I didn’t know it was her until her father saw her. They said she’s important to their work. They’re somewhere up north; that’s all I know.”

He released Ambrose’s shattered knee and sat back. His heart started to hammer as loud as the human’s.

Did they come specifically for her?

So they knew what she was?

All the strength left his body as that detail mashed his head. Layla’s fear came true after all. They came for her. And if he didn’t find her...

The red haze returned to his vision as rage took him over. He would not rest until he rescued Layla. Until he brought Hope’s mother back home where he belonged. They would all pay for what they had done.

Starting with Ambrose.

He had no other thought as he wrapped his fingers around Ambrose’s neck and lifted him above his head.

Chapter 39

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