Alexander's POV
A muffled groan escapes me as I pull at the chains binding my wrists, the cold metal biting into my skin. It's futile. No one has heard me in twenty years - I doubt today will be any different.
Footsteps echo through the cave. Then, a familiar sound. "Tch tch tch." My captor clicks his tongue as he steps into the dim light.
"What have I told you about making noise, Alex?"
I don't respond. How can I, when I've lost my voice?
He chuckles, low and cruel. "Oh, that's right. You can't speak."
He moves closer, stretching out his hand. The moment his fingers hover near my skin, the searing pain begins. I should be used to it by now, but the agony never dulls. My mouth opens in a silent scream.
"You know, I should have grown bored of this by now," he muses, watching me writhe. "But it still pleases me. Why is that, Alexan?"
I glare at him, hatred burning in my eyes. It only amuses him.
"How pitiful. The mighty Alpha of skyline pack... reduced to this. And yo
