Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 289: Treason Killian's

POV

I entered the dungeon, the air thick with the scent of fear and sweat. The torches on the walls flickered, casting shadows that danced over the bruised faces of the Pack Doctor and the nurses.

They sat huddled on the cold, stone floor, their wrists bound behind their backs. I could see the terror in their eyes as they struggled to lift their heads and meet my gaze.

It was clear that Ryder had already gotten to them - purple bruises bloomed on their faces, and one of the nurses had a split lip.

As I approached, their pleas filled the room, a desperate chorus that grated against my ears.

"Alpha, please, we've been wronged!" the Pack Doctor stammered, his voice shaking as he leaned forward despite his restraints. "This is all a mistake! We've been loyal to you, to the pack! We beg you to hear us out and give us justice. We're innocent!"

The others echoed his words, nodding furiously, their eyes wide with desperation.

One of the nurses, her voice shrill, added, "We would never betray you, Alpha! Someone has set us up! Please, you have to believe us!"

I studied them for a moment, letting the silence stretch, feeling the weight of their terror seep into the air. Then, I glanced to Ryder, who stood off to the side, his expression hard, arms crossed over his chest. His face showed no sign of sympathy, only a steely resolve. He was good at keeping his emotions in check, but I knew him well enough to sense the satisfaction he took in breaking their resistance. "They refused to tell the truth, Alpha," Ryder spoke up, his voice low and steady.

"I did what you asked and made sure no one knew about this. They were taken in the middle of the night, quietly, without raising any suspicion.

I made sure that no one saw, no one heard. Even their families think they're still safe.

when you announce that they've been sent to another pack

will know what's happened to them. And this time, she

slight nod, appreciating his thoroughness. It meant that these traitors

turned back

pleas grew softer, more uncertain, as they realized that I wasn't moved by their desperate words.

a blade. "You claim you've been wronged, that you've been set up? You think I'm a fool who would

to keep up

him off with

of lies. And now you're here, caught and broken and you still

silent, their eyes darting to one another, the truth finally starting

lives are already in my hands, but they don't fear me enough

the air, their terror almost tangible.

said, my words slow and

They are already at the death's door and they

the Pack

trembled as he tried

and Giselle is his mother. We

a pathetic attempt to maintain a lie that had already

escaping my lips in a

iron tools lining the walls-tools meant for extracting