Chapter 36

BETA XAVIER

“What?” I barked.

“Don’t kill him,” Samuel warned me.

“I would never,” I retorted.

Samuel stood and placed his hands on his desk.

“I’m serious, Xavier. He’s our only clue to find out who is behind these attacks,” Samuel said.

Even though all my wolf and I wanted was for that fucker’s blood to coat our hands, I knew that Samuel was right.

“Okay,” I said and stormed out. I mind-linked the prison guards to take the rogue to the interrogation room.

I walked behind the grand staircase and toward the blank wall. I pushed a button on the wall, and it moved to reveal a titanium door with a keypad. After scanning my eyes, the door opened, and I walked down the stairs to the basement.

As I reached the front desk, the guard on duty quickly got up from his place and bowed at me.

“The rogue is waiting for you in the interrogation room, Beta Costa,” he informed me.

I nodded my head and walked in further.

Most of the prison cells were empty, so I walked past them and stopped in front of a rusted steel door that was left slightly ajar.

I walked inside to see the rogue was already chained to the wall. His face was bloodied and bruised and his clothes torn with stains of dried blood.

He slowly looked up when he saw my shoes, and his eyes widened in surprise. “Y…you’re not dead?” he asked me, and I smirked.

“You should have done a better job and made sure I was dead before you drove off. Welcome to hell, you asshole,” I told him.

I walked toward him and began punching him until he lost consciousness, but my anger was still burning bright within me.

I looked around the room and spotted the torture tools and a sadistic smile appeared on my face. I walked toward the tray, grabbed the hand drill, and walked toward him.

I turned the machine on and started drilling a hole in his stomach.

The moment the drill went through his skin, his eyes flew open, and he began screaming in agony. “Pl…please stop! Please!” he yelled.

“Xavier!” I heard someone yell from behind me, which made me stop the machine. I turned around to see Marquez near the doorway. “You might kill him!” he exclaimed as he walked closer to the rogue and inspected his wound.

The hole that I drilled wasn’t healing, and blood was forming a puddle on the floor.

“Why isn’t he healing?” Marquez asked as he walked to the tray and took a needle and thread to stitch him up.

“I don’t know—maybe it’s the silver we give all the prisoners that blocks their healing?” I said, my tone dripping with obviousness.

“You know we need him alive for information.”

“I know, but I don’t think I want to see this piece of shit breathing anymore,” I asserted and took a seat on a metal chair.

After Marquez stitched him up, he stepped back and looked at the rogue.

“Didn’t I tell you that you would end up worse if you didn’t spit it out?” Marquez asked him.

“Now tell me who paid you to kill Beta Costa and his mate.”

“I don’t know who it was. He…” I abruptly got up from my place and punched him in the face, breaking his nose.

“Don’t you dare say that you don’t know a thing,” I warned him.

“Xavier, calm down.” Marquez pulled my hand and pushed me to the back of the room.

“Tell me everything you know,” Marquez asked him.

The rogue was beyond terrified. He didn’t dare look me in the eye.

“You better speak in the next five seconds or pray to the Moon Goddess, I will shove that silver knife in your chest,” I threatened.

“I…I’ll tell you everything,” he mumbled. “I was working on a construction site in a human town when a man approached me. He said he would give me one million dollars if I completed a task.”

“And did that man give you the money?” Marquez asked him, but he shook his head.

“No, he only gave me half of it, and I’m supposed to collect the other half tomorrow,” he said.

“Okay,” Marquez said and walked toward me. “Let’s go outside, Xavier.”

Marquez led me toward an empty office, and after closing the door, he turned around to face me.

“I think I have the perfect plan to catch their leader.”

“What is it?”

“The rogue is supposed to get the other half of the payment tomorrow. So why don’t we fix him up and then send him to collect the money? That way, we can catch whoever it is.”

“Your idea sounds good, but will it work? I bet he must have already been notified that we’ve caught the rogue.”

“We have to try,” Marquez insisted.

Even though I expected the mission to be a dead-end, I agreed

“Fine, let’s do it your way. Get a healer to patch him up,” I told Marquez as I left.

I walked back upstairs and made my way to our house. As I walked inside, I was bombarded with the smell of lasagna.

Did Dad lose another challenge or something?

I walked into the kitchen, but instead of my parents, Eleanor was there, cooking my favorite food.

“Hello,” I greeted her as I walked behind her and wrapped my hands around her waist.