Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

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.

on a level

calmly, his voice echoing through the

but still clenched

next hour was filled with

methods were brutal yet calculated. He pushed S to the brink of collapse–then stopped just short. Then he started again, with a new tool, a new method, always keeping the pressure just

glass, chills running down his spine. This wasn’t just an

than two hours, S finally

and snot streaming, he broke down completely. “The

Nathaniel to record it all. When S finished,

Log it as a voluntary

S get dragged away with a tangle of emotions. He knew: without

the

would have

asked, “Alpha, are we heading to

his coat. “We’re not just

who could crack a werewolf–targeted virus–had to be

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