Smith Andrew pov
I was still lost in my anger because by now I knew that my pack members would surely be waiting for me to lead them to war but I was still held captive here.
What was the point of their torture? Was it to kill me or make me scream in pain?
I still remembered how that idiotic butcher kept slashing me with his knives and digging them into my flesh, he enjoyed every bit of it and wanted me to cry my lungs out.
He has no sympathy at all and I would make sure he is the first person I killed when I got out of here.
Meanwhile, the mighty Alpha Maximus was still standing in front of me.
His plain and mighty expression was all gone.
He was still clenching his fist because of what I just told him.
It must be creating havoc on his mind and I liked it.
This would have been the time for me to escape but I still couldn't break out of these chains.
