Sold To My Alpha Mate

Venom’s POV

“Speak!” I could hear a harsh tone from the outside. Alongside the harsh tone was also the sound of a whip being slashed against a skin, and a loud cry which gave me the impression that my men were doing the best job.

There was a smile seated on my face as I walked towards the room, a feeling inside of me that I couldn’t describe. It was as though I had overcome the greatest obstacle which faced the pack, one which gave me so much worry and excessive thoughts

I just needed to know who had sent this man, and what they sought to gain from the attack on the pack. When I stepped into the room, I stared at the gruesome sight of the man who was bound in chains, and whose entire skin was peeled off with blood dripping from his body.

“Has he said a word?” I asked the guard who had paved a way for me to stand and stare at this man.

“No!” The guard replied to me.

That was unusual. At first I had thought of draining the answers from him myself. Yet, when I had to think of the other responsibilities laid on my table, I gave the job to one who was as deadly as I was, and who knew just what I would do to get the answers.

I looked around and sighted things placed everywhere, weapons scattered round the room which had traces of blood on them, and it was certain that this guard had done the worst of the worst to get the answers from him.

“And he hasn’t spoken a word after all these?” I asked again as I pointed my fingers towards the weapons laid on the ground.

“Not a single word, sire” he answered me.

“His loyalty is impressive” I said as I walked towards the man who had his face lowered to the ground, and his mouth dripping out enough blood that flowed on the ground.

“But for whoever he works for, I have the greatest feeling that he doesn’t possess up to half of the strength of my best warrior” I said as I crouched down to the level of this man.

I placed my finger underneath his bleeding face, and I raised it upwards to let him stare into my eyes.

“Tell me who sent you! Tell me what you want from my pack! Tell me what your master wants!” I said to him.

Yet, he never uttered a word. He wore a smile on his face, showing off his dentition which was coated in blood. He spat a few drops on my face, and laughed in the sweetness of what he had done.

I pushed backwards, and I looked away from him. I wiped off the blood stains from my face, and I stood up to where the torturing weapons were placed.

But when I gazed at the weapons which laid before me, I realized that they didn’t fit into what I wanted, and so I grabbed the whip from the hand of the guard.

“Push him backwards…” I said to my men, and I watched as my men pulled the chains backwards, causing him to stand with his chest pushed forward, and his eyes lifted towards the ceiling.

“Some actions are truly regrettable” I said.

I flung the whip against his bare chest, striking with all anger fueling my hands, with the adrenaline rushing through my body as i flogged the answers out of him.

“Sire..! There’s more in the eastern region” a guard rushed into the room with heavy breath, uttering those words that even caused me to flog harder.

I threw the whop out of my hands angrily, and I drew out the sword from the scabbard of the man closest to me before I angrily walked out of the door.

I never uttered a word, but kept my heart on the hopes that all of the ambushes would end as sudden as it started. If I continued to inflict fear in the hearts of the people who sent all of these men to attack my pack, perhaps I would be kwd straight to whoever is the mastermind behind all of these operations.

All of these thoughts I harboured in the car as we journeyed towards the eastern region of the pack, and just as the guard had told me, they were there, present, raiding and trying to destroy the properties of the people who lived there.

I rushed out of the car and ran towards one of the men who held an aged woman by the hand. I wrapped my hand around his neck, and bent him backwards, driving my sword through his chest and pushing him away from the woman

“Get back to hiding. We’ll take it from here” I bent downwards and said to the woman who had fear written all over her faceText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Kill anyone who struggles, capture those who try to escape” I said to my men. I needed more people who were willing to utter who had sent them and why they were sent.

At the end of the day, a few were caught, five to be precise. They were all lined up on their knees, and with their hands tied behind their backs while their faces had blood rolling down.

“These ones would tell us what we need. Take them back to the pack house” I said to my men again, and they did.

And again, what I imagined was not what I received. They were all the same. Stubborn, headstrong, and hesitant to speak out who has sent them. They remained on the knees, and also went through all pain rather than uttering a word.

It was as though they all had the unison to remain silent, and protect the image of whoever it was that sent them.

“They’re not speaking sir. What do we do?” One of my men asked me.

What do we do? That was one of the major questions which stormed my heart at the moment I heard of their hesitation to speak.