Chapter 32: Captured Rogues

Hazel pushed Damien away fiercely and he almost staggered backward due to the excessive force and the fact that it caught him off guard.. She glared at him in spite, wiping her mouth repeatedly as though it was their first time exchanging a kiss.

Damien licked his lips gently as though savoring the feel of Hazel's lips on his. His actions made Hazel even more annoyed as she pressed her lips together, if possible she just wanted to stab him to death right then and there.

Although Damien’s expression was calm when he glanced at Killian, Killian still felt as though if Damien got the chance, he would be skinned alive.

Hazel, on the other hand, was so embarrassed that her face alternated between white and red.

“That bastard…” she mumbled with her teeth gritted.

Damien turned to Killian and asked with a furrow to his brows, “What are you doing here?”

Killian quickly straightened, an unnatural glint flashing in his eyes as he lowered his head, “Forgive my intrusion, Alpha.”

As Damien’s beta, he knew that Damien never liked having guests over whenever he was in this wing. Because of how considerably close he was to Damien, he never had to get permission before visiting this second wing of his since no one was allowed here in the first place.

But seeing Hazel, Killian almost could not believe his eyes, and the fact that they had been in an ambiguous position when he entered made the feeling in his heart even more pronounced.

Even though Hazel’s eyes could almost spit fire due to anger and hatred, her presence still surprised Killian.

Damien’s voice was still that same cold indifference as he demanded, “What brings you here?”

Hazel, unwilling to remain in the chamber, quickly turned to leave. Her job to make Damien sleep had been achieved after all.

Damien’s gaze lingered on her for half a second before he averted his gaze calmly.

When the heavy metal door closed behind Hazel, Killian exhaled quietly and said, “It’s about the rogues that were captured during the chaos last night.”

“Speak!” Damien said coldly.

“Among the twenty of them that were captured, four were killed during resistance, six unexpectedly died due to poisoning. We assumed they had the poison in their tongue prior to their capture. Fortunately, we were able to stop the others, including their leader from committing suicide.” Killian explained slowly.

“Where are they now?” Damien asked with a frown.

“They are in the inner dungeons.” Killian quickly replied.

“Have you started the interrogation session with them?” Damien asked again as he leisurely wiped the surface of his sword with a white fabric.

“We were waiting for your orders first.” Killian answered.

Damien’s lips curled into a low, dangerous smile.

“Good.”

Seeing that familiar smile, Killian quickly understood. “Should I tell them to prepare the interrogation chamber?”

Damien kept his sword back in its sheath, "Exactly what I wanted.”

Damien had already turned towards the door, his voice echoing behind him. Killian quickly followed and they left together.

…

The underground dungeons reeked of damp earth, rot and blood. As Damien walked farther in, the sound of chains rattling filled the air, followed by occasional screams and painful grunt.

Yet, Damien’s expression remained rigid and cold, like he had not heard anything.

Killian led the way in front and stopped in front of a stone room. Damien did not hesitate before making his way in.

Inside the stone room was a scar-faced man tied tightly to a large pillar, his body riddled with wounds and his breath ragged. A guard behind him lowered the bloody dagger in his hand and bowed towards Alpha together with the other guards in the stone room.

It wasn’t just the scar-faced man in the room, there were also others. One even had one of his eyes so swollen that he could not even force it open.

Some had their heads completely lowered, blood seeping quietly from their heads, nostrils and mouths. If not for the slow rise and fall of their chest, they would have been assumed dead.

Damien approached the scar-faced man calmly and came to a stop in front of him. The man glared at Damien with bloodshot eyes, hatred making his eyes venomous like an injured and cornered beast.

“You led them. What is your motive?” Damien asked calmly, the sight of his state not bothering him in the slightest.

The scar-faced man sneered through his teeth and scowled, “And you think I will tell you anything? Kill me or do whatever you want with me, but you won’t hear anything.”

With that said, he spat at Damien’s feet and Damien calmly stepped aside, his expression the same.

Damien did not argue with him and merely turned towards another rogue, surprising the scar-faced man. He had thought that Damien would be too enraged and would order for his death sentence.

Unexpectedly, he did not even react to what he had said.

Wasn’t it said in the rumors that Alpha Damien was proud and would not even take the slightest insult directed at him?

Damien did not know what the scar-faved man was thinking and even if he knew, his expression would not have changed.

He stopped in front of a rogue who seemed to fair better.

The rogue trembled subtly, his head lowering even further.

Damien said nothing and merely signaled to one of the guards close by. The guard approached quickly and handed Damien a small vial with a shimmering blue liquid inside.

Damien fiddled with the vial and smiled, “Inside this vial is a potion popularly known as Lucid venom. I assume I don’t have to say too much, you should already know how it works. However, my people had modified it slightly, adding more active ingredients into the potion.”

The more the guard heard, the more his body visibly trembled.

“This potion not only targets your physical body, but also your wolf. As your body deteriorates, your wolf follows, giving you no chance to heal.”