Chapter 11 MY FUCKING TOY

BLAIR'S POV

"Who sent you?" I asked, my hand curled up in a fist as I looked down at the rogue, kneeling before me.

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with rage. "I will tell you nothing," He snarled.

I shrugged. "That works for me too. I can keep beating you till you are ready to speak up."

I swung my fist landing a perfect, direct blow to his chin. I swung my other fist, landing it on the other side of his face. The blows kept coming, and blood slowly pooled out of his mouth as he groaned.

I grinned, my eyes going wide as shockwaves of pleasure rippled through me. This was it, this was what I loved and craved; Violence. Every since I was young, I cared about nothing. Not the pack, the affairs and duties I was supposed to uptake as the second son of the great alpha, none of that was of interest to me.

I only cared about my parents and my brothers, but I also cared more about violence. Due to the Alpha blood in me, I was one of the strongest among my brothers and that made me even