Chapter 33
Chapter 33:
“Where is she?” I roared, my fangs fully descended, the metallic ozone of my Alpha aura suffocating the room. “Where are you hiding my Omega p>
Babe’s bloodshot eyes bulged in sheer terror. “Davenport? What the hell p>
I drove my fist into his stomach. He folded, gasping for air, the cigar tumbling to the carpet. “You put your filthy teeth on her! You Marked her p>
“No!” Babe shrieked, spitting blood onto the floor. “I didn’t marry anyone! I swear to the Goddess, I didn’t touch her p>
The coward’s denial snapped the last fragile thread of my control. I threw him to the floor and straddled his chest. My fists rained down on his face. One punch. Two. Three. The sickening crunch of his nose breaking sent a dark, fleeting wave of satisfaction through my Inner Wolf. Mine. Defending our territory. I wanted to beat the truth out of him, to erase his existence for daring to touch what belonged to me.
“NYPD! Freeze! Put your hands behind your head p>
The harsh glare of tactical flashlights blinded me. Three human police officers stood in the ruined doorway, their service weapons aimed directly at my chest. My Inner Wolf lunged against my ribs, roaring to slaughter the weak humans who dared interrupt an Alpha’s hunt. But the cold, calculating part of my brain slammed the brakes. Slaughtering cops in a crowded club would bring the human government down on the Davenport Pack.
I slowly raised my blood-soaked hands and stepped off the unconscious Rogue.
They slammed me against the wall and kicked my legs apart. The cold steel of handcuffs bit into my wrists—a profound, burning humiliation for an Alpha. As they dragged me toward the door, I noticed a club promoter cowering in the corner, his phone raised. The red recording light blinked steadily.
On the floor, Babe was choking on his own blood, sobbing hysterically to the paramedics. “It wasn’t me… I swear… a tall guy… dark hair… he broke my ankle… he took her p>
𝖣𝘰𝘯’𝗍 m𝗶ѕs ո𝗲𝘄 r𝗲𝘭𝖾a𝘀еѕ 𝗈n
I scoffed, dismissing the pathetic ramblings of a broken man. He was just trying to save his own skin.
Now I sat in the back of the squad car, the city lights blurring through the rain-streaked window. The cramped space smelled of wet wool and cheap antiseptic. My wrists ached against the tight metal, but my pride was bleeding far worse.
A sharp pain pierced my skull as my Beta forced a mind-link through my rage. Alpha. It’s a disaster. The video of the arrest is already viral on The Howl and human social media. #TechCEOgoesPsycho is trending globally. Davenport Tech stock just plummeted eight percent in after-hours trading. The board is panicking.
I severed the link, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ached. I didn’t care about the stock. I didn’t care about the humans or the public humiliation. I stared at the drying blood on my knuckles, feeling the hollow, burning frustration of a failed hunt. Adelina was still out there, beyond my reach.
But as the squad car merged into the chaotic traffic, Babe’s desperate, sobbing denial echoed through the haze of my anger.