I walked back upstairs, Tyson and Ace I could hear were up as I walked past their room. I knock on their door.
"Getting dressed now," Tyson says.
I open the door. "Canceled, they found Tim and are bringing him here"
"So you found the facility?"
"He won't speak, but I will make him," I tell them.
"Yeah easy, with your Alpha voice," he says before I realized something. I used it last time telling him to give me information on the hunters, yet he never did. How was that possible?
"What?" Ace asks when I don't say anything.
"I don't think it works on him" I admit, my brows furrowed while I processed that information.
"Of course it will! You're the Lycan king," Ace says.
"No. I used it before, yet he didn't obey"
"How's that possible?" Tyson asks.
"I don't know, but I will find out," I tell him, closing the door just as Reika walks toward me.
"Where are you going?" I ask as she walks toward the stairs.
"Coffee," she says, and I shake my head before grabbing her.
"Nope, you can come shower with me. And then we sleep"
"But I'm not tired," she says.
"How are you not tired?" I ask. I felt exhausted and dead on my feet.
"Shower then bed. I can't sleep with you not in the bed," I tell her, steering her toward the bedroom.
We walk into the bathroom and I turn the shower on before hopping in and pulling her in with me. I wash myself before watching her as she washes herself.
"Reika?" I say and she looks over at me.
"Yes?" She asks, looking at me.
"How do you feel about meeting the pack?"
"I don't understand?" She says.
"You know you're my Luna Queen, right?" She nods.
"That means your supposed to help me run the pack. People have been asking to meet you"
"I don't know how to run a pack. I can't even read!" She says her heart rate rising as she panics at my words.
"You don't need to be able to read, just be by my side" I could feel her confusion.
"It's fine, it can wait," I tell her.
"No, it's fine. I will meet your pack," she says, even though her heart was racing as she said the words.
"Really?"
"Yes. But do I have to wear shoes?" She asks, making me laugh.
"No, you can wear what you want. As long as you're wearing something," I tell her. She nods before hopping out and grabbing a towel. I shut the water off before hopping out with her.
She walks into the room, and dries herself. I hand her one of my shirts and she pulls it on before sniffing it. I dry myself and pull on a pair of shorts before climbing in bed. Relief hitting me, finally I can rest.
"Can't I go see Tyson and Ace? I'm not even tired," she says flopping on the bed beside me. I grab her arm, dragging her over to me before chucking my leg over her so she doesn't escape.
"No. You stay, so I can sleep," I tell her, inhaling her scent. I could tell she wasn't happy about going back to bed, but eventually she gave up trying to wriggle out from under me.
I fell asleep easily only to be awoken by Zane's voice in my head. I groan, not wanting to get up. When his next words had me jumping out of bed.
"Tyson has cut off three fingers and an ear, and the man ain't speaking!" Zane says.
"He did fucking what?" I ask jumping up. Reika was asleep rolling onto her stomach. So much for not being tired I thought, as I tossed the blanket over her and headed for the door. I race down the stairs heading for the basement.
Drake and Tate sitting next to the door on the ground covered in blood.
"What the fuck is going on? You were supposed to wake me!" I tell them ripping the door open.
"We have been trying for hours! None of us could wake you and your bloody door was locked!" Tate says, following me downstairs.
I walk into the cell they have him held in and find him strapped to a chair, naked. Tyson holding a pair of scissors in his hand, cutting off his earlobe on the one ear he has left. Tim screaming and thrashing.
"Give me that," I tell him, snatching it from his grip.
"Who let you down here?" I demand.
"Myself. You wouldn't wake up and they have been at it for hours already," Tyson says, snatching the scissors from me.
"Where is Ace?"
"Upstairs. He couldn't handle it," Tyson says. Though I was quite shocked how calm he was as he walked over to the table.
"Out, now!" I tell him.
"I want to help! I'm helping," he says, his eyes lighting up as he picks up a screwdriver.
"Fine, you want to do it? Go on then, let's see how long you last," I tell him, grabbing a chair and sitting in it.
"I don't understand why you have a problem with it. You were only 11 when dad made you torture someone," he says walking over to Tim whose eyes widen before smirking when he realized he only had a screwdriver.
"And what do you plan on doing with that, Pup?" Tim teases, when Tyson grabs his head, shoving it to the side.
"Why would you want to torture someone?" I ask, shit I hated it when dad made me do it. Not so much now, but even I have sickened myself over the years with what I have done.
"He knows where Lucy is," Tyson says with a shrug before shoving the screwdriver in his ear. Tim's screams are deafening.
Tyson pulls out the screwdriver covered in blood, blood pouring out his ear and down the side of his face.
"Are you going to tell us?" I ask Tim, folding my arms across my chest. Tate and Drake lazily leaning on the wall looking rather bored.
"Go fuck yourself!" he says spitting at me. Tyson punches him, his head whipping to the side and he spits blood out. I stand up looking him over.
"Good to know your limbs don't grow back," I tell him and he glares at me.
"Tell me where the facility is!" I demand using my Alpha voice, he laughs.
"Won't work on me. And I am not telling you shit!" he says.
"He is a tough fucker, I will give him that" says Tate, yawning before dropping his head on Drake's shoulder.
Tim looked at them with disgust, muttering under his breath.
"What was that?" I ask
"I said, fucking faggots!" Tim says, glaring at me.