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My Other Face: No Mercy.

Alpha Rowan's POV

Festus's scream was the sound that finished my morning. I smirked and took the seat opposite him.

He hadn’t lasted long. Panic licked his skin and sweat had made his collar dark. The pleading came in rhythm, urgent bursts.

"Please, boss. He threatened my family. Please, have mercy."

I smiled a slow, humorless smile.

"Do you know why they call me the unforgiving spirit of Draevyn?"

"Because… you don't forgive." His words were a whisper.

"Exactly."

Darion's voice rose behind me. "Drae…vyn!!!"

"No mercy! No mercy! Every sinner must die." The others echoed it, and for the first time I enjoyed watching a man actually understand what our chant meant.

"When that scum who thinks he is the king of the rogues approached you, you should've been more afraid that I'd kill you before he does, but no, you stay under my nose… right under my nose, Festus, and soil the Draevyn name." I growled gently to his hearing while he kept whispering pleas.

Then I turned to Darion.

"Tell the sinner what we have lost."

"Do you remember Singapore?" He asked Festus, his tone calm. "Spain? Men we lost because you led them to camp?"

Festus trembled. "I…"

I cut Darion off with a raise of my hand. One mole had cost me more than money: men, shipments, reputation. Festus didn't know how expensive his betrayal had been.

A guard pressed a cigarette between my fingers and lit it. It was just what I needed to be calm. I inhaled slowly, then leaned forward until the smoke nearly curled across Festus's face.

"Boss, I have served you faithfully for five years… And…"

"And in one week, you tore down your five years of hard work with your own hands, don't you see it? Now tell me, this so-called King of the rogues, where is his camp?"

At that moment, I mind linked my team who were stationed somewhere in the pack and gave instructions.

"We never met at his camp, he just captured me from the woods one time when I was on guard and took me to this empty spot in the woods, that's where we always met." He stammered.

I smirked, noticing the twitch in his lips as he ended his statement.

Lies. They never learn.

"And?" I asked, wiping a new string of sweat from his brows with my fangs.

"That's all I know, boss. I swear. It's all I know about them."

"Do it."

A single gunshot cracked. Festus screamed. The little theater of pain would do the job and the truth would walk in sobs. It always worked.

"Please, that's all…"

"Again."

Another shot. He convulsed. Blood darkened his trousers. He spat out words between cries but not what I wanted.

"If you keep lying to me, your hands will have bullets deposited in them just like your legs."

Even on the hot seat, caught on his own lie, Festus still had determination etched with pain on his face. It was what I taught all my men. As much as I was proud of him in his last moments, I didn't have time for this.

"Bring them in."

I watched as all the emotions on his face dried up and grew cold with dread. If his knees were not already weak from the bullets we had planted in them, he would be down on his knees.

"Please, Alpha. Spare them, please."

I could hear the cries of the daughter and mother behind me.

"Beautiful family reunion." I muttered, refusing to turn in their direction. I hated the sights of tortured females.

"Woman, did you ever warn your husband about betraying me?"

"Yes, Alpha. I begged him every day with a reminder our lives are at stake as well. I did." She cried, and I could imagine her holding onto their daughter like she was their life.

"She did. Imagine that, Festus. And you would let us break the innocent woman's hand just because you've refused to disclose where his camp is? Darion, go ahead then." I snarled.

"No! No! Please, wait!"

I heard Darion stop walking and I turned my red glare to him. He immediately continued towards the woman.

"Wait. I said I'll speak."

"Speak, Festus. Speak before he gets to her." I took another long drag.

By now Darion had already gotten to mother and daughter.

"What! He didn't take me there but I saw it. I sneaked and followed them on one occasion and I saw the place."

"Hold on, Darion. Where is it?" I breathed out the smoke and stared at them between the smoke.

"Please, promise me you won't hurt them. My wife and daughter." He begged, holding onto his last shred of hope.

I hated desperate times like this.

"Break her arm." I ordered.

Crack!!!!

And screams from the three followed.

"That's for wasting my time. Where is the camp?" My patience was running out.

"At the boundary…" He was screaming bitterly. "…the boundary we call the spirit land. Somewhere there."

With this, I knew exactly where my enemies were.

Jackpot!

I let the stump of the cigarette fall and stomped it with my boot.

"Thank you, Festus." I meant it.

And I walked out, my men following me.

"Boss, what do we do with them?"

One of my guards asked in a loud voice.

At this point, I know my judgment is an overreaction, but I don't care what you think. I would make my point to all the guards in there. Those not present would hear, and of course, they would always know that I'd kill them first before any enemy of mine gets to them.

"Do whatever you want." I stopped at the door and turned.

I take what I want. I kill what threatens me. And today I would prove it.

"Kill them all."