The air in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of blood and sweat.
The man tied to the chair struggled to breathe, each breath coming out as a painful rasp.
His body was broken—bruises, cuts, and deep wounds covered him from head to toe.
He had been the key witness who had come forward recently, telling Gabriel, Lucas's assistant, what he had seen on the day of the accident.
Now, that information had sealed his fate.
The figure in the corner, standing tall and unbothered by the man's suffering, was Alpha Grey.
His eyes were sharp, reflecting only the faint flicker of annoyance as he watched the scene unfold.
The man's pleads had grown weaker, his resistance fading with each blow.
The one tasked with torturing him was methodical, precise in every strike, but Alpha Grey had seen enough.
"End it," Alpha Grey ordered, his voice cold and devoid of any mercy.
