The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 145

Val’s blood seeped through the cracks of his teeth, gums slightly punctured from his canines elongating at random times from the feral responses his wolf was lashing out with. I let a frown form on my face. I was sitting in front of him, Isaac hovering behind his figure with incredible restraint. Veins were popping out on his arm that held onto Val’s hair.

He’s practically shaking with anger.

“Oh Val,”

I sigh out, crossing my legs in front of him.

“You do understand that your defiance isn’t only bad for you, right?”

For a split second fear flashed through his eyes. But he was quick to discern it as a smirk played out on his face.

“Fio is a strong wolf. She won’t break under you.”

I grin to Val’s surprise.

1 nod, uncrossing my legs to stand and begin to circle around him. His wolf finds it intimidating, eyes warily looking in all direction as I take my time surveying him.

“You’re right. She’s strong.”

I make a stop right behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders to feel his muscles tightening from fear. leaning down, I whisper in his ear,

“-Only, I wasn’t just talking about your beloved mate.”

Val’s head whips to look at me, a frantic look in his eyes as he forces himself to decode my words. Oh Goddess, the man was so gullible.

talking

his face as he pulls Val’s hair harder to keep him upright. Val flinches, growling in anger at the way he was treated but focused on me again. I could see the gears in his head turning. A uncertain answer in his head bringing forth anxiety, confusion, joy

my palm

expect to be the one delivering the

kicking in, his heart

“Congrats,”

Noah dragging Fio by the shackles into the room. Val begins to thrash around, seeing his mate whimper and scream to be let go. He pulls and tugs at the chains binding him, growling out his frustration at being held down that he almost doesn’t

“-You’re a dad.”

the fear that he tried so hard to hide now out in the open as

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gaping open as she takes in the sight of her

“Y–you can’t-”

words but

“M–my pup.”

of pity, leaning down to his face. His eyes are still glued to his

my pup, so you can’t really blame me

!

yours.”

anger and instead submitting in fear for his mate and pup.

so cruel as

shouts after me.

him. The terror in