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Seraphina’s POVE
The interrogation facility beneath the trainingpound felt like stepping into a concrete tomb. The harsh
fluorescent lighting cast stark shadows across the gray walls, and the air carried the scent of fear, sweat, and
something darker that made my enhanced senses recoil. Twenty-four hours had passed since our sessful
operation, and the captured rogues were being held in separate cells to prevent them from coordinating
their stories.
“Absolutely not,” Damien said for the third time as we descended the narrow staircase, his voice carrying the
kind of finality that most people didn’t dare to challenge. “Sera, you’re pregnant. You have no business being
anywhere near these animals.”
I paused on the steps, turning to face him with the kind of steady determination that I’d only recently
discovered 1 possessed.
“Damien,” I said quietly, my voice carrying its own note of authority that still surprised me sometimes. “I’m
the one who figured out their strategy. I’m the one who predicted how they would respond to our trap. Don’t
you think I deserve to hear what they have to say?”
“What you deserve,” he said, moving down another step to bring himself closer to eye level with me, “is to be
somewhere safe, taking care of yourself and our baby.”
Tm not made of ss,” I said firmly, cing my hand on his chest where I could feel his heart beating rapidly
with anxiety. “I can handle hearing some crudenguage from captured criminals.”
Damen’s silver-blue eyes searched my face, looking for any sign that I might be having second thoughts.
What he found there must have convinced him that I wasn’t going to back down, because he finally sighed in
resignation.
“Fine” he said, though his tone suggested it was anything but fine.
The main interrogation room was even more oppressive than the hallway. A single metal table dominated the
space, nked by ufortable-looking chairs that had clearly seen better days. The walls were bare except for arge mirror that I assumed was one-way ss, allowing observers to watch from the adjacent room.
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“He’s being brought up now,” Lucas informed us, consulting his tablet. “Been with the rogue pack for about eighteen months ording to the intelligence we’ve gathered.
The heavy metal door opened with a ng that echoed through the small room. Two guards escorted a man who looked every inch the savage I’d expected. His dark hair was matted and greasy, his clothes were filthy and torn, and the smell that wafted from him made me grateful for the venttion system. His hands were
secured behind his back with restraints that looked both heavy and ufortable.
But it was his eyes that truly unsettled me. They held a predatory gleam that made my skin crawl, and the
way he looked at me-like I was meat to be devoured-made A pace restlessly in the back of my
consciousness.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled as the guards forced him into the chair across from us, his voice carrying a
crude amusement that set my teeth on edge. “Look what we got here. The big bad Alpha King… and his little
breeding bitch.”
Damien’s reaction was instantaneous and terrifying. A growl rumbled from deep in his chest, so low and
menacing that it seemed to vibrate through the floor beneath our feet. His entire body went rigid with barely
contained violence.
“Watch your mouth, Damien said, his voice deadly quiet in the way that preceded explosive action.
The rogue seemed to take this as encouragement rather than warning. His gaze shifted back to me, and his
smile became even more revolting. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he looked me up and down like 1
was disyed in a shop window.
“Mmm, she’s a sweet piece of ass, isn’t she? All soft curves and trembling innocence.” His voice dropped to a
disgusting whisper. “I bet she squeals real pretty when you mount her. Does she beg for it? Does she cry?”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees. I could feel the power radiating from Damien
like heat from a furnace, could sense how close he was to losing control entirely.
But the rogue wasn’t finished with his vilementary.
“You know what I’d do if I got my hands on that tight little body?” he continued, his eyes never leaving me. “Td
show her what a real wolf feels like I’d make her forget all about her precious Alpha King rd-
“That’s enough” I snapped, my own alpha authority finally ring to life. The power in my voice was enough
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to make the rogue’s mouth snap shut, though the disgusting leer remained on his face.
“Oh, the little bitch’s got some fight in her after all,” he said with mock delight. “I like that. Makes it more fun
when we break you.”
Despite the revulsion churning in my stomach, I forced myself to remain calm and focused. This creature was
trying to provoke us, trying to make us lose control so we’d end the interrogation without getting the
information we needed.
“You seem awfully confident for someone who’s currently chained up in our basement,” I said steadily. “Tell
me, how confident were you when our trap closed around you yesterday?”
His crude smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. “You think you’re clever, don’t you, sweetheart?
Think one little victory makes you special?”
The rogue’s smile returned, uglier and more vicious than before. “Oh, we got ourselves a new Luna too, Alpha
King. And she’s got ns for your little whore that’ll make what I described sound like a love song.”
The words hit me like ice water. A Luna. The rogues had organized themselves enough to have leadership
structure, and that leadership included a female with enough authority to coordinate these attacks.
“Who is she?” I asked, keeping my voice level despite the chill running down my spine.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The rogue leaned back in his chair as much as his restraints allowed, clearly
enjoying the effect his words were having. “Beautiful, brilliant, and she hates your guts more than poison.”
Before I could ask what he meant by that, before I could demand more details about this mysterious Luna,
something happened that none of us were prepared for.
Without warning, without any change in his expression or posture, the rogue suddenly bit down hard on
something in his mouth. There was a sickening crunch, like breaking ss, and then-
Blood erupted from his mouth in a crimson fountain. His eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible,
and his entire body began convulsing violently against the restraints. Foam mixed with blood poured down
his chin as his body jerked and twisted in the chair.
“Jesus Christ!” one of the guards shouted, lunging forward, but it was already toote.
The convulsionssted only seconds. Then, with a final, rattling breath, the rogue wentpletely still. His
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head lolled forward, blood still dripping from his ck mouth onto the metal table between us.