DANE'S POV
The damp air of the abandoned warehouse clung to my skin like a second layer, the bitter tang of blood and rust heavy in my nostrils. My body sagged against the pole, the rough ropes biting into my wrists as they stretched high above me.
Pain throbbed through my swollen mouth, and blood trickled down my temple, salty and warm as it pooled into my cracked lips.
"Haven't you had enough, Dane?" Alpha Damien's voice broke the heavy silence, filled with a rage that sent a chill down my spine.
I lifted my head slowly, feeling sharp pain shoot through my neck with the movement. "I swear on my life, Alpha Damien," I rasped in a trembling voice, desperate to be heard, "I didn't steal the money."
His eyes narrowed, glowing faintly in the dim light. He hissed in frustration, turning away from me with a flick of his wrist.
"You didn't steal the money?" He turned around, his face very close to mine, his words cutting sharply. "Then who did, Dane? Who?”
"I’m telling the truth, Alpha Da
