Alpha Alec's Redemption

When I push the door to the room, we find the man hanging from the ceiling. His hands tied up with silver chains.

The room didn't have much. Just the chains, a chair, and a table with various torture devices. It wasn't much, but then again did you really need much when you were torturing your victims?

"Good morning" I say cheerily.

He lifts his head, but doesn't say anything. I doubt he can even see me clearly given his eyes are swollen shut.

"You have no idea how much I've waited for this day" I continue as I walk to the table. "It's long overdue if you ask me, what's your name?"

"Calvin" he answers.

I feel Alec's overwhelming presence, but I just ignore him. He didn't matter at this point. No one mattered. Just me and the bastard that ruined my life.

"So Calvin, what would you like me to start with?" I stop and look at him. "Should we start small, and work our way up? Maybe start with a small knife?"

"I'll talk" he rushes to say.

Sighing, I turn to Alec and say casually, "I'm disappointed. I love it when they fight me. It gives me more of a thrill to break them and see their spirit die within them."

Alec looks at me like I've lost my damn mind. And maybe I did. He broke me in that dungeon three years ago. I doubt I'll ever been able to mend myself back together. Yeah, take a look, bastard, this is what you turned me into.

"Please, I'll talk," Calvin whimpers like the little weak fucker he is. "I'll tell you anything you need to know."

Alec doesn't waste time. "What did Sadie offer you to drug my drink?"

Goddess help me. Was Alec being real right now? It's beyond me how he still thought that I was the mastermind behind everything. "She didn't offer me anything," Calvin answers. "She isn't the one who paid me to drug your drink. Someone else did. A different woman." Well, at least now I know to look for a woman.

There is a moment of silence as his words ricochet in the room. Finally, the truth comes out after years.

Alec pushes from the wall and starts towards Calvin. There was an edge to his movement. A certain danger that surrounded him.

"That's not right, she gave me the drink." Alec argues and I just roll my eyes. "Your eyes are swollen shut, you didn't get a good look at her"

I see what's happening. What's

going on. The truth was out and Alec

was grasping to what he believed. was the truth because accepting what Calvin said means admitting that he was wrong and I was innocent.

"I saw her when she attacked me just after came to the pack," Calvin says. "And even if I hadn't seen her face, her scent and voice would be clear proof that she isn't theOne that paid me."

"What do you mean?" I ask as I step forward, and stand next to Alec who, by the way, looked like he was having a mini-panic attack.

"I never saw her face. All through our dealings, when we first met and when she gave me instructions, she had her face covered with a veil. was weird honestly, but what was even weirder was her scent. You smell like summer. Floral, fresh and warm. She smelled like death. Cold, dark and absolutely terrifying."

Werewolves can mask their scents and become untraceable. What we can't do is alter it. Alec knows this.

"She was a rogue?" I push since Alec looks lost.

"No" Calvin answers. "But she was something else entirely. I'm not sure what she was, but I could sense her strong power and aura❞

He tries to move, probably seeking a comfortable position. Too bad there isn't. I've been here before, so I know that no matter what he tries he won't find a comfortable position.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.