He laughed weakly. “She’s her daughter.”
My entire body froze.
Steve and Logan went still too. Like someone had dropped a bomb in the room.
“Her daughter?” I repeated, slowly. I didn’t even know how I managed to keep my voice steady.
The scarred man gave a slow nod. “We didn’t know she’d be as strong as her mother, but she was even stronger… she took all three of us in one go. We couldn’t lay a hand on her. Her strength… it’s even more terrifying than alpha Emilia’s.”
He looked genuinely terrified now.
I leaned back in my seat, trying to process what the hell I just heard. Liana? Alpha Emilia’s daughter?
I’d been to her father’s house countless times. There was never a single photo of his late wife. Never a single mention of Emilia. All this time, she was right in front of me… and I never knew.
My hands clenched into fists. My jaw tightened. I looked at Logan and Steve. They were both standing still, trying to make sense of it just like me.
“And you tortured her because of something her mother did two decades ago?” Steve asked in disbelief.
“We wanted revenge,” another whispered. “She had to pay…”
I stood up slowly. Walked to them. Stared into the scarred one’s face. “And you got it, didn’t you?”
He opened his mouth, but I slapped him so hard his head snapped sideways. Blood sprayed from his lips.
“You made Cynthia whip her until her body was battered terribly, then you tried to rape her! Didn’t you?!” I growled angrily, rage boiling within me.
“P-please…”
“Where is Cynthia?” I asked, my voice low.
They stayed silent again.
Steve didn’t hesitate. He swung the rod right into their ribs.
“Pleaseeee!!!” They screamed, tried to twist their bodies, but the ropes held them up. Their skin was already raw from the beatings. They were shaking, weak from blood loss, but I didn’t feel an ounce of pity.Finally, the bald one started shouting. “I’ll speak! I’ll speak!”
“TELL US!”
“We kept her hidden! We kept her hidden!”
“Where?!”
“S-she’s in an o-old c-cottage in the woods. T-two t-towns f-from h-here,” he said, his voice trembling. Tears and snot running down his face.
I stared at him, my eyes narrowed.
“You sure?”
He nodded like a man about to pass out. “Yes. Please… please…”
I nodded. Turned to Logan and Steve. “Keep torturing them until I say otherwise. When they pass out, wake them. When they beg for death, delay it.”
Then I turned and walked out, my blood boiling.
KILLIAN’S POV
I didn’t even know how the car didn’t break apart from how hard I was stepping on the gas. My fingers were clenched around the steering wheel, stiff, bloodless. Every time I blinked, I saw Liana’s face again, that look in her eyes when she told me what Cynthia did to her.
I didn’t care about bumps, or the fact that I was probably going to flip the car if I wasn’t careful. I didn’t care about anything. I was just filled with nothing but rage.
When I got to the old cottage, it was too easy. The door wasn’t even locked properly. I barged in and there she was, Cynthia, sprawled on the bed like she was on a damn holiday, holding her phone like she didn’t have a single care in the world.
“K-Killian?” she stuttered, standing up so fast the phone slipped from her fingers and landed with a thud. Killian… h-how did you find me? Who told you where I was? What are you doing?”
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I didn’t answer. My face was locked in fury. I didn’t blink, didn’t breathe. In a flash, I crossed the room and yanked her by the wrist so hard she screamed.
“Killian, you’re hurting me!” she yelled, trying to wriggle free. “I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant!”
I didn’t care. Not even a little. She could be carrying triplets and it still wouldn’t change a damn thing. After what she’d done to Liana, she deserved every second of this.
“Killian! Killian, stop! You’re hurting me!” she kept screaming while I dragged her out of the cottage, not stopping for a second. I shoved her into the car like she weighed nothing.
“Where are you taking me?! What are you doing?!” she yelled, crawling out of the car.
Without saying a word, I slapped her across the face. Hard. Her scream filled the air. I tied her hands, her legs, shoved her down, locked the door from my side, and jumped into the driver’s seat.
She kept screaming. She was crying. She was begging. I didn’t respond. Not a single word. I drove like a man possessed, fast, reckless, brutal. Every pothole sent her head banging into the door, into the window, into the seat. Her sobs got louder, but I didn’t care.
In less than ten minutes, we were at the warehouse. I slammed the brakes, got out, opened the door, and dragged her out, not caring when she scraped her knee or twisted her ankle. Her begging turned into wailing.
“Killian! Please!”
I didn’t speak. I opened the warehouse door and pushed her in.
The second she saw what was inside, her whole body stiffened. Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes locked on the bloodied, half-conscious bodies of the three men she had once plotted with.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, trembling. “Killian, please. Please have mercy. I don’t know those men! I swear I don’t know them!”
“Do the same for her,” I said to Logan and Steve, who were already soaked in sweat and blood.
Cynthia screamed. “No! No, Killian, please! alpha… alpha, I’m begging you. I’m pregnant!”
One of the barely-conscious men lifted his head and croaked, “S-she lost the p-pregnancy. K-killed the baby h-herself.”
“No! No, they’re lying! They’re lying!” Cynthia shrieked, shaking her head violently, but it was too late. I already turned away.
I sat down, crossed my legs, and folded my arms.
“Tie her,” I said simply.
She struggled. She begged. She cried. But she was no match for Logan and Steve, who bound her hands and feet to the metal post. Cynthia twisted and kicked and screamed, but her strength was nothing. And before a whip even touched her, she passed out.
“Whip her into consciousness. She’s going to watch,” I said coldly.
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