Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“I’ll stay out here,” he said. “I already got my hits in, so I’m good for now.”
I opened the door, and Sebastian followed me in, closing the door behind us. Lennox moved his eyes to us. His nostrils flared, and he strained against the silver chains binding his arms and legs to the chair.
“He smells her on you,” Sebastian mindlinked me.
“Didn’t you give him wolfsbane?” I replied.
“Maybe two minutes before you got here. He’s a lycan too, remember? It will take longer to kick in,” he said.
“Right.” I nodded.
“How dare you come in here with Haven’s scent on you,” Lennox snarled.
I growled, and my fist connected with his jaw. I punched him so hard his head slammed into the back of the chair, making it bounce forward again, his chin hitting his chest.
I gripped the arms of the chair and leaned forward, so my face was even with his and only inches away. “How dare you even speak her name,” I said, making sure my breath hit his nostrils. “You don’t deserve to speak her name or even hear it.”
His pupils darkened as he smelled her on my lips and breath. He snarled, snapping his head forward and snapping his teeth at me, but I was already standing straight and moving towards the tray of tools in the room.
“That was gross,” Sebastian said. “Effective, but gross.”
“He needs to understand that she is mine,” I growled out loud as I picked up the pliers. “Should I start with his right hand or his left?” I asked as I stalked back over to him, examining the tool in my hand.
“You could alternate,” Seb suggested. “One from the right, then one from the left.”
“I like that idea,” I said with a smile at Lennox.
He tried to clench his hands shut, but Seb moved behind him and slammed his hands on top of Lennox’s fingers so he couldn’t bend or move them at all.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Seb taunted him. “Did you really think you’d get out of this? That we wouldn’t give you some pain for what you did to our future luna?”
“I claimed her first.” Lennox coughed out.
My lycan pushed forward at that, my eyes flashing and my canines stretching against my gums. The thought that he felt he had some sort of claim over her filled me with a deadly rage. But I held it in, turning that rage into a lethal calm.
My gut reaction was always to lash out like I did when I punched him. However, over the years of watching Sebastian, I’d trained myself to hold it in for longer when needed.
“Your claim is a false claim,” I said as I attached the pliers to the fingernail of his right pinky. “She doesn’t want you,” I told him as I ripped the nail from his pinky, and he let out a choked cry. “And fate gave her to me,” I added as I quickly tore the same nail off his left pinky.
He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut but glared at me as they opened. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, and his jaw clenched shut.
“Why did you want her so badly?” I asked him, remembering the words Haven had told me he’d said to her before he attacked.
“Because I claimed her,” he said.
“But why?” I asked again, attaching the pliers to his ring fingernail.
“Because she’s mine.” I pulled the pliers just enough to lift the nail from the bed, and he blurted out, “Because they promised her to me!”
I looked at him with a raised brow, then ripped the nail off, followed by the one next to it.
“I answered you!” he cried, his blue eyes flashing with rage.
“You’re being deliberately vague,” I replied, narrowing my eyes at him as my pliers moved to his other hand. “Now we can continue this way—you giving me vague answers and me removing your nails and then moving on to breaking your fingers one by one. Then I might let my brother have a turn with you, and trust me, you will not enjoy what he comes up with. Or you can start talking.”
He pursed his lips together and stared at me in defiance, his chin raised.
“I guess we’re doing this the hard way then.” I shrugged, although, on the inside, I was happy I got to drag his pain out longer.
He deserved it after what he did to my Haven. My mate. Not just that night at the club but also over the years they’d been together. Nolan had mindlinked me what she’d said during her meeting with Frederick, and the anger I felt from hearing that helped me power through my laps.
“You mean the fun way.” Sebastian smirked, a glimmer of glee in his eyes.
I knew that look all too well. He was already planning what he would do to Lennox when he got a turn. I didn’t even want to know what was going through that calculating mind of his.
That was one side of Sebastian I prayed was never directed towards me. His intuitiveness and strategic mind made him shockingly good at interrogation and torture. He always knew what to do and what to say to get people to tell him what he wanted.
Which is why I’d gladly hand over the reins of this torture if needed. I may have wanted Lennox’s blood, but we needed answers, and Sebastian was the one who could get them.
Without a pause, I removed the rest of his fingernails. Each time I ripped one off, Lennox let out a grunt or a cry. And those noises spurred me on, helped by the image of my Sugar Plum as she lay bleeding and wounded in the hospital bed and the memory of her reaching out for me with pain and fear in her eyes.
I tossed the pliers aside and reached for his finger but stopped as a better idea entered my mind. He had mangled my mate’s neck. So I would mangle his hand.
I stood and grabbed a hammer from the tray, and Sebastian laughed as Lennox’s eyes widened, and the smell of fresh urine filled the room.
“You still have time to talk,” I crooned as I sauntered towards him, tapping my palm with the hammer. “While I decide which hand to hit first.”
My eyes flicked between his right and left hand. His body shook and flinched with each turn of my head.
“You should be scared,” Sebastian whispered in his ear. “Imagine how scared our future luna was when you had her pinned against the wall? Or when you bit into her neck? You deserve to feel that same fear and that same pain.”
I lunged forward towards his left hand, and he flinched, clenching his fist, and at the last minute, I brought the hammer down on the back of his right hand. The crunch of his bones and the shout that filled the room were almost enough to satisfy my lycan and me. Almost.
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