Chapter 97

Alpha! One of the trackers called out to him through mind link.

Talk to me, Evan! He couldn’t help but growl in response, already rushing out of the house and shifting into his wolf in mid-air, galloping toward where he sensed the group of trackers to currently be.

The wolf that had called out to him trotted over to the Alpha and dropped his Luna’s jumper onto the ground between them, a slightly fearful look in his eyes.

We’re so sorry Alpha but we couldn’t find the Luna’s scent anywhere.

Instead of lashing out just as the tracker had clearly expected the Alpha to have done, Marcellus reared his wolfish head back and howled loudly, the trees shaking at the wild, feral sound that had rumbled from deep within his chest. Before the vibrations could stop, he was already on his way to the pack where he knew those despicable wolves had all the answers.

As soon as he reached the basement, Marcellus shifted into his human form and pulled on a pair of jogging bottoms from one of the piles of clothes that they had kept around different parts of the pack.

Without so much as giving them a chance to explain, Marcellus started to pound his fists into the first wolf, still holding out on the belief that this was the way to break the both of them. Especially since the second wolf seemed the one with the weaker stomach of the two.

By the time that the warriors that had joined him in the basement, the rogue was currently coughing up blood as he tried to crawl away from the angry Alpha wolf. As his warriors cheered him on, Marcellus growled and slammed his foot down on the rogue’s back, forcing him to slam face down on the cold, cemented floor underneath.

It was only when Dalton mind linked him that Marcellus stilled in his actions – ignoring the way his knuckles throbbed from the number of punches that he had just thrown, all of them aimed at the despicable rogue that was now unrecognisable; his entire body black, blue and bloody. He threw his head back and laughed freely, uncaring of the fact that both the rogues and his warriors probably believed for him to have finally lost his mind.

“Why are you laughing?” The first rogue frowned. “What part of this do you think is funny when the life of your mate is at stake?”

Instead of growing angry as was his initial instinct, Marcellus laughed some more as he lifted himself onto his feet and glanced over his shoulder, eagerly awaiting Dalton and their eagerly anticipated guest.

“I find it funny that you think I’ll let anyone touch even a single strand of hair on my mate’s head.” He turned around and took a few steps back to head out of the cell, unable to wait any longer. “There’s also the fact that you either tell me where my mate is, or your mate pays for your mistakes with her life.”

“What?” Both of the rogues sounded aloud and Marcellus laughed again, not at all surprised that he had caught the attention of the second rogue whom had been quiet and faking fear the entire time, believing that all of them had bought into his act.

“You heard me.” He stated simply and as soon as he sensed Dalton to have stepped foot into the dungeon, pushing the female ahead of him as they walked down the stairs, Marcellus turned his head in their direction as he decided to meet them halfway, his warriors already taking a step forward and bracing themselves in case either of the rogues decided to try anything funny.

“Since neither of you have decided to answer any of my questions, I’m going to have to do something I don’t want to do.” He stated simply as he grabbed the mated she-wolf by the arm and pressed her back against her chest, his other arm tight around her shoulders so she wouldn’t be able to escape.

Despite the fact that Marcellus wasn’t one to hurt children or women, he was willing to bend the rules this time. Especially when this female was most likely involved in the disappearance and kidnapping of his own mate.

“Since I’m feeling generous, you can either answer my questions now or I’m going to have to slit your mate’s throat.”

“I told you, she’s not my mate!”

“Then I guess you wouldn’t mind if I slit her throat.” Marcellus chuckled, his lips twitching higher at the corners as Dalton came to stand by his side with a silver dagger in hand, careful to keep his hand on the handle and not on the lethal blade that would cause him some serious damage even with just a simple touch.

“Slit her throat?” The first rogue gulped as he watched the scene unfold in front of him with wide eyes, almost as if looking for a sign of a bluff but what this rogue didn’t know was that Marcellus was a man of his word and if he didn’t receive the answers that he was looking for, he would just have to follow through with his earlier promise.

Any feelings of guilt that may bubble up to the surface regarding it, well, he would just have to deal with later. However, not for one second would he be able to regret his decision as it was all done in the pursuit of saving his mate.

“No! No! Don’t touch her. Please!” The second rogue called out to them, a wild look in his eyes as he pushed himself away from the corner and crawled across the cell floor to grip the silver bars that separated both the cells; seemingly unaffected with the way his skin burned on contact or rather, he simply didn’t care as his mate’s life was now in danger. “Don’t touch her. I promise I’ll tell you everything!”

Since he had no reason to trust this rogue that had clearly been putting up an act this whole time, Marcellus merely turned his head to glance at Dalton, a sinister glint in both of their eyes. One that promised death with a capital D. But only after they had their questions answered, of course.