Arthur’s POV
I turned to Ava, my patience already wearing thin. “Leave,” I said.
She hesitated, her sharp eyes flickering between me and the woman tied to the chair. “Arthur—”
“I said leave.”
Ava exhaled, clearly wanting to stay. She turned back to the prisoner. “You have one last chance to talk,” she said, her voice cold.
The woman smirked, tilting her head slightly. “And what? You’ll scold me to death?”
Ava clenched her jaw, her body trembling with rage. “You’ll regret this,” she said simply before turning and walking out. The heavy door slammed shut behind her.
Now, it was just me and the rogue.
A faint smirk playing on my lips as I cracked my knuckles, rolling my neck. The only reason I asked Ava to leave was because I didn't want her to see the devil Alpha in action. And besides it has been so long since I tortured someone and I knew Ava couldn't handle my methods.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I don't care if you are a pussy or a dick, I handle them all the same, that's
