Under Interrogation

Content warning: This chapter contains violence and language. Leo. The rogue's blood splatters across the floor as my fist connects with his jaw, a sickening crunch echoing through the room. He slumps in Luca's iron grip, his head lolling to the side, barely conscious. "Had enough, you bastard?" I snarl, my wolf prowling just beneath my skin, hungry for more violence. "Or do you need another reminder of what happens when you fuck with what's mine?" A wet, rattling cough is his only response, blood and spittle dribbling down his chin. Pathetic. To think this wretched creature dared lay hands on my mate, dared to defile her with his filth. "I... I didn't know," he wheezes, his one good eye rolling wildly in its socket. "She was... asking for it, the little tease." White-hot rage sears through my veins. I lunge forward, ready to rip his throat out, but Luca's hand on my chest stops me short. "Easy, brother," he murmurs, his voice low and tense. "We need him alive. For now." I bare my teet