Dominique's POVI never believed in mercy. I was born an alpha, raised to be strong, fierce, and deadly. Compassion was a weakness, one that I had no intention of indulging in as I stared down at Alpha Marcus, bloodied and bruised, his pack cowering behind him in fear.He had been my prisoner for days, and despite my best efforts, he had refused to divulge any information about the whereabouts of Alexander. There had been moments of intense pain, moments when I glimpsed something in his eyes, something that hinted at knowledge of Alexander's movements, but he had remained stubborn, remaining silent, refusing to give in to the pain.Beating upon beating, different styles of interrogation and tutoring done, but he wouldn't bulge.That wasn't the case today. Today, as I looked down at him, I saw something different in his eyes, a desperation that was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to witness. With one final burst of strength, he pushed himself up from the ground, his breath coming in