The Rejected Alpha's Heart
I asked.
"That's a good game," Daunte said as I tore off Erick's shirt.
"This might hurt a little," I laughed as I shaved tiny lines across his chest. Erick's screams of pain filled the entire room, echoing off the walls as I cut more and more. "That wasn't so bad. Daunte O or X?" I asked eagerly.
"Uh, middle box X," Daunte laughed.
As I cut an X into Erick's chest, I nodded.
"Alpha to Alpha, this little knife is made from pure silver, which means healing will be delayed. You have two choices: either tell me where my Beta is, or I'll continue torturing you," I assured him.
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