Page 108 of Alpha King's Mate

"Those that don't survive the shift, are sold off. The rest are used by the hunters to catch the likes of you, and to build our army"

"Sold off for what?" I ask, disgusted.

"Whatever the buyer wants them for. Lucy however, we kept. A way to keep her mother under control. But once she didn't come back and then, you killed her father, I didn't see the point in keeping her around anymore. So, I auctioned her off"

"Where is she?" I scream, grabbing his throat, my claws tearing into his neck. Tate and Drake ripping me off him.

"You kill him, we don't get answers,” Tate says.

"Her buyer should be there to get her next Wednesday. I think that's when I organized her pick up. Bright girl, looks exactly like her mother" He taunts with a sadistic smile on his face.

A growl tearing from me and Brax forces the shift. Tyson also shifting and I thought he was going to attack Tim, when he suddenly attacks me.

"She won't forgive you Brax, if you blow the one chance we have of getting her back,” Tyson mind-links.

Tate and Drake got between us while I fought to get control back. Brax lunging at Tim when I feel Tyson's teeth tear through my shoulder. Tate and Drake jumping into action trying to stop Brax.

"Don't you fucking hurt him Brax!" I scream, shoving forward but he pushes me back. Drake is forced to shift as Brax tears into his arm flinging him at the wall. Drake goes for my throat, and I shove forward while Brax fights him off. Pushing on the veil separating us.

"Lucy! Brax, think of fucking Lucy!" I scream. When I feel him shudder, I shove forward, taking control just as Drake's claws slice down my ribs while I shift back.

He drops his head backing up and Tyson shifts puffing and panting. I look at him and give him a nod.

Drake shifts back before getting to his feet, he walks to the table grabbing a knife and walking over to Tim. I stand up just as Drake stabs the knife between his legs and he screams, the knife going into his testicle.

"Where are they?" He growls, twisting the blade.

Tim screams when Drake presses the handle down, slicing his balls off. Blood pouring everywhere, and Tim passes out from the blood loss before he could answer. I see Tyson sway, going pale. Tate grabs him just as he is about to hit the floor.

"He lasted longer than I thought,” Tate says.

"Put him to bed. Drake, help me string Tim up,” I tell him.

Tate carries my limp brother out of the basement.

I untie him and Drake grabs the chains before I grab a hook.

"Hold his wrists together,” I tell him, when Drake is done chucking the chain over the beam.

He holds his wrists together while I shove the hook through both wrists, hear his bones snapping and trying to heal around the hook. I then hook the other end to the chain. Drake starts pulling before hooking the chain to the wall once he was hanging upright, his head hanging limply forward.

It takes a while for him to wake as his wolf heals him.

He groans, lifting his head and looking around disoriented. Tim looks up at his hands before thrashing.

"Last chance to speak before I skin you alive. Starting, with this,” I tell him, tapping the knife on his dick. Drake tosses me some gloves.

“Better glove up. God knows where he's been.”

Tim thrashes as he watches me put the gloves on.

"Never felt the need to do a circumcision. But, you I am willing to give it a shot. My guinea pig, if you will"

"I was lying! I was lying!" he screams when I grab his flaccid cock.

"Lying about what?" I ask, pressing the blade to the base of his cock.

"About Lucy! She hasn't been sold!"

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