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.

you talking

at me, a smirk on 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

a hand down his chest, I let my palm rest on–top of

kind of sad. I didn’t expect to be the one delivering the

heart rate skyrocketing as he

“Congrats,”

away as I grasp his jaw in my hand. The door to the cell opens revealing 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

“-You’re a dad.”

at me, the fear that he tried so hard to hide now out in the

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sobs, her mouth gaping open as she takes in the sight

“Y–you can’t-”

to form words but he can’t.

“M–my pup.”

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

pup, so you can’t really

!

yours.”

the certainty in my eyes makes him shake. His wolf no longer focusing on his anger and instead submitting in fear for his mate and pup. He shakes

wouldn’t be so cruel as to involve an

after

look at him. The terror in his face doubles when he