"Do you think I'm so weak that you had to go behind my back, scheming against my enemies?!"
Vincent winced but remained silent, his breath shallow as Clyde's words cut deeper than any physical blow.
Despite the agony coursing through his battered body, Vincent swallowed his pride and forced himself to his knees before Clyde.
His face, now a canvas of pain and desperation, was a desperate plea to the Alpha whose rage still crackled in the air.
"End it, Sir," Vincent whispered, his voice trembling with fear and resignation. "If my life holds no worth to you, then let it be taken... just end it."
Clyde turned away from him, his broad back stiff with barely-contained fury.
The room was thick with silence, broken only by the ragged, uneven breaths escaping from the Alpha's clenched teeth.
Seeing Clyde's silence, Vincent dragged himself closer, his knees scraping against the cold, unforgiving floor.
