Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 572 Break the Rules, Save the Bloodline

Landon rose and stepped in front of S, lightly tapping the armrest of the interrogation chair with his fingers.

Tiny silver studs were embedded in the chair's armrest-precisely aligned with the spinal pressure point most sensitive in werewolves. S's body tensed instantly, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes.

"When Yalvaria sent you here, did they forget to mention what happens when you piss off the Alpha King of Montedra?" Landon's voice wasn't loud, but it came down like a crushing weight. "Give me the antidote formula. Tell me the other release points. Talk, and I'll let you die quickly."

S gritted his teeth and stayed silent, but uncase churned in his gut. They said Landon was ruthless-now he could feel it in the marrow of his bones. This man was far scarier than the rumors.

Landon didn't waste words. He nodded toward the door. Nathaniel entered carrying a tray of custom tools: syringes laced with liquid silver, neural stimulators calibrated to werewolf sensitivities-every single one crafted to target their biological weaknesses.

"Ethan, you're really going to stand there and let him torture me? This is illegal! It's abuse!" S shouted toward the one-way glass. "You work for the Council! Aren't you going to do something?"

Ethan's fists clenched. His voice was low and steady. "If it gets us the antidote and saves our people, then yes -I'll take the heat for this."

Landon cast a sidelong glance at Ethan, then turned back to S with a cold smile- one that never reached his eyes. "You had your chance. Let's start with the silver."

The needle pierced skin. S screamed.

The werewolf body's rejection of silver wasn't just biological-it was agony on a level no standard pain could touch. Ten times worse than a normal punishment.

calmly, his voice echoing

soaked in sweat, but still clenched

filled with

stopped just short. Then he started again, with a new tool, a new method,

watched from behind the glass, chills running down his spine. This wasn't just an interrogation-it was the slow, surgical

than two hours,

"The antidote... it's

record it all. When S

it as

dragged away with a tangle of

Break the Rules Save

would

came ou

gone, Nathaniel asked, "Alpha, are we

jet,” Landon'said, grabbing his coat. "We're not just getting the antidote. We're bringing Michael

one man who could crack a werewolf-targeted

COSL

than that, Landon needed him to see Walter. Even if there was only a sliver of a

would bring her back to see