Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0265

I marched into the cell, ensuring my aura was at it's fullest, knowing that way I was most likely to get the answers we needed. Instantly, the three of them were looking at me in fear. These did not look like ruthless monsters. These looked like young wolves. Scared young wolves at that. Ones that would not be capable of doing the damage done to Bailey... had we captured the wrong ones? The forest was riddled with rogues on the run after all.

No. I still need to do this. Looks can be deceiving. I know that. "I want answers." I allowed my voice to boom, and the three of them looked at me fearfully.

"We already told your men we don't know anything." One young guy with deep auburn hair spoke. All three had filthy skin, like they could do with a bloody good shower.

"Well, that will be my place to decide, won't it?" I glared at him, and his big green eyes looked back at me, full of terror. "We need to know why the girl was hurt. Who ordered you to help?"

A frown crossed the faces of all three of them. As this time a dark-haired guy spoke up. "Why someone order us? We are not in pack. We rogues. No Alpha to order us."

Had Marc and Asher's assumption been wrong? Had it been a chance attack when they had seen the car broken down? Nothing to do with the upcoming Alpha after all?

attack them

red-headed one deeply sighed, looking guiltily at me. "We see them on road. The car was damaged, I think. There was two she-wolves. Pretty she-wolves...” his voice faltered as his eyes looked down.

girls?" I demanded, and he

in disgust. How they think it is acceptable to attempt to attack she- wolves;

with her. He fighting for her. Helping her. So we go after the other." The dark-haired one spoke up

to look at him

her? Because we found her injured, nearly dead in the forest." I found myself int snarting; and the young guy's

To girl form. To scream for help. Scream so loud. I think because she was near to this pack. She wanted get someone to help her. We were scared then and run. He told me, his voice wobbling, and as I looked at him the fear in his eyes was telling me he may well