Ch. 118 TORTURE

Alpha Michael’s POV

"Open your eyes, you coward!" Marcus shouted, his face mere inches from mine.

I squeezed my eyelids shut, unwilling to watch the torture happening before me. The tormented screams of Jasmine and Carol pierced the air, driving my wolf to the edge of madness.

I felt the sharp stab of Marcus's claws against my skin as he forced my eyes open, the bright afternoon sun burning my retinas. And there, in front of me, were the monsters that were torturing two of the people I had come to care about.

Carol and Jasmine, their heads being shoved again and again into a large, steaming pool. The henchmen, their grip tough, kept their hostages soaked for longer than the human body could endure.

Jasmine's muffled cries reached me through the water, her wolf's pain searing into my very soul. I could feel the razor-sharp claws bursting forth from my fingertips, my wolf howling for revenge.

But I remained paralyzed, trapped in this waking nightmare, unable to act. Marcus's taunting vo