Mated To Alpha Gregory

Adams’ POV

“Who sent you?” I asked, looking into the face of the tiny man before me.

He was clothed in a black catsuit, one which stuck to his body. A pair of black gloves were present in his hand which were tied to the arm of the chair.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

His eyes were darkened, and his face had no expressions visible on it, almost like he was lifeless, yet living.

I was certain he heard my question although all he did was look into my eyes with a weird smile on his face.

Earlier, when he was caught, I ordered him to be brought to the execution room, an underground layer beneath the building.

In his hands were a few documents and papers which, when checked, contained the financial records of the pack and some other legal documentation.

“Do you think we are here to play a face-game with you? Uhn?” Ronan screamed at him, hitting him across the cheek with a plier dangling dangerously in his hands.

I heard a bone crack, like the man had broken his neck or was it a jaw? I really couldn’t say. His face spun to the side almost immediately and blood spewed out of his mouth.

He was silent for a while and I thought he was dead. If he died, it would make getting information about who sent him and what his mission was, impossible.

Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his face and he began to laugh wildly like a mad wolf as he slowly raised his head up. How hard the hit on his face was, I really can’t say, but his eyelids had burst and blood was streaming down his face.

His lips were in a worse state than his eyelids. The lower lip was barely hanging down, held by a few strands of tissues, almost detached from the rest of his body.

I was certain the pain passing through him was unbearable, yet he still managed to laugh like it was nothing. Just how much was he paid that he was willing to lay down his life?

“Youuuu-aaaall-aaaare- foooools,” he said.

Ronan was on the verge of losing his patience. He moved forward to deliver another hit to the man’s face, but I stopped him just in time.

If I had not stopped him, the man’s face would be in a worse state than it was and there was no telling if he would survive it.

He retorted to speak instead, but his expression revealed that he wasn’t pleased with the way everything was going. “Mind your words, thief! You are before the Alpha King.”

He spoke with so much hatred that I couldn’t help but think he was taking the matter more personal. I shook the thought off my mind and decided to take a different approach to getting the truth out of this man.

I have had experiences with others like him and one thing which was common among them is the fact that they would never succumb to threats or torture.

I moved forward and crouched on my knees before him so that I could get a better view of his face while I spoke to him. “There’s no way you can escape this, just name who sent you and I may let you go. There’s no use dying for the sins of another.

The smirk on his face cleared, and he looked straight into my eyes like he was trying to peer into my soul. I instantly felt weird as my wolf danced crazily inside me.

Who is this man, and what was he doing to me?

He stopped looking at me and faced the ground. Ronan just stood curiously behind me, waiting for what it was that would happen next.

“What is your name?” I asked the man.

“I have no name,” he whispered, gasping for air. The hit had finally taken its toll on him, and it wouldn’t take long before he passed out due to the blood he was losing.

He tried resisting arrest earlier and was beaten mercilessly by some of the guards present there. If there was any chance of him escaping this, it was slim, and I was certain he knew it.

I wondered what was going through his mind. Whoever it was that hired him to come into my office to steal these documents was trying to clear out any evidence I might have against them.

Funny thing was, I didn’t have any evidence that pointed to anyone.

I sighed, realizing this was going to be more difficult than I thought. “If you don’t want to say your name, it’s fine. Just tell me who sent you or else I won’t spare you your life.”

“My life… uhn.” He brought his face forward and resumed looking at me the way he did before. “What use is my life?

I was surprised by his question. Did he really not care if he lived or died, or was it just a way to make me stop questioning him?

“Don’t you value your life?” I asked him in a bid to clear the doubts and answer the questions running in my head.

“There is no value to this life, Alpha king. You may think you have all the power in the world, but in the real sense of things, you are just like a puppet, tossed from side to side between different forces without knowing what it is you truly desire.” He relaxed back in the seat, watching me as the effects of his words made goosebumps roll all over my skin.

His words made no sense, and it got me confused.

“These forces you speak of, did they hire you?” I demanded from him.

“The forces that push me to do the things I do have no hands and legs. They don’t think like men, neither do they behave like gods. They don’t speak like we do, but their will must be obeyed, either we like it or not.” He burst into another round of laughter, coughing out blood.

“Stop speaking in riddles and go straight to the point!” Ronan yelled. “Who sent you?” He dropped the plier and picked up a hammer from a table not far away.

He got closer to the man and raised the hammer up before bashing it onto his left foot. I made no effort to stop him this time as the man screamed.

The hammer not only smashed his foot, it destroyed it, breaking every bone inside it to pieces. The man stopped screaming after a while and began to cry.

He eventually became quiet and bent his head, closing his eyes.

“I will ask you one more time, who sent you?” He didn’t answer or move. I stood up and pushed his head, and it fell back like a piece of paper.

“Get me water, now!” I ordered Ronan, who was gone and back in a jiffy. I poured water on the man, but he still didn’t move. Putting my fingers on his wrist, I felt his pulse, and it dawned on me, he was dead.