Chapter 107

Alexander

I paced back and forth in the dimly lit interrogation room, my boots hitting the cold concrete floor with each step. The air was thick, suffocating—like it had been pulled straight from a coffin.

The faint scent of stale blood lingered in the corners, mixing with the sharper smell of sweat and fear. I hated this place. But it was necessary.

The rogues we’d captured weren’t going to give up any information easily. They never did. But they would break. They always did.

I leaned against the steel table and looked down at the two men chained to the wall, their heads lowered, their bodies bruised from the brief scuffle we had before dragging them in here.

Both had the telltale signs of a rogue wolf—feral eyes, tense muscles, the heavy scent of their kind still clinging to their skin despite the soap and water we had forced on them.

The younger one, probably in his mid-twenties, glanced up, his eyes sharp with defiance. He had the look of someone who thought he was invincible, that his pack of exiled rogues could take on anything the city threw at them.

It was a look I had seen in too many others before—reckless, bold, and ultimately fatal.

“You won’t get anything from me,” he spat, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “This is how it's going to go—no matter how many of us you catch, there's always more. We're everywhere. And soon, you’ll have nothing left! Alpha fraud!”

I took a step forward, my face cold and unreadable. “You really think you're untouchable, don't you?”

He bared his teeth, a snarl curling on his lips. “You think you're still in control, but you're not. The game’s changed, Alpha.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. The game’s changed. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm, to keep my focus on the task at hand.

If I lost my temper now, I’d be no better than the rogues themselves—chaotic, unpredictable. And I needed to know what they knew. So I buried the anger deep.

“You know,” I said, my voice low, “I’ve heard that line before. The game’s changed. Funny how every rogue believes they’ve got the upper hand, right until the moment they realize they’re not the hunters—they’re the prey. There is an order of power for a reason.”

The older man, sitting beside the younger one, coughed harshly, his eyes clouded with defeat. He was in worse shape—more bruised, bloodied. His face was twisted in pain, but there was something else in his eyes: fear. Real fear. And that was what I needed to exploit.

I turned toward him. “You’re not as cocky as your friend here. You know something, don’t you?”

His eyes flickered, shifting nervously. He opened his mouth, then hesitated, his gaze darting to the younger man as if silently begging for permission. But the kid wasn’t going to speak. Not with that much pride.

I reached down, grabbing a chair and dragging it across the floor with a screech that sent a shiver down my spine. I sat down, leaning forward, looking at the older man straight in the eye.

“Let’s not waste time. I think we both know what happening, but I need confirmation, and a why. Someone who’s been pulling the strings. You’re not here by accident, and neither is your fake pack. Now, you’re going to tell me what you know.”

He swallowed, his voice hoarse as he finally spoke. “You’re... right. We’ve been meeting. We’re organizing. But you have no idea what you’re dealing with. The rogues... we’re done hiding in the shadows. We’re taking back what’s ours. All of it. The city, the women, the young... everything.”

My blood ran cold. I leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “What women?”

His lips curled into a wicked smile. “The women who belong to the strong. The ones who are supposed to bear our heirs, who will make the strongest pups. They’ve been under your control for too long.”

My fists clenched so hard my nails dug into my palms. I could feel the heat of my anger building, the wolf inside me wanting to break free. But I forced myself to remain still, focused. I needed answers, not a fight.

So… they wanted to secure a strong bloodline. Lauren. Her Lycan blood. Somehow they knew. But it wasn’t just her, we had other high ranking women in the pack, including Liam’s young sister.

“You're saying,” I forced out, “that you think you have the right to take the women of the city? Like some kind of... breeding stock? That that will grant you power you feel was stripped from you?”

He sneered at me, an arrogant laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Not just any women. The women. The ones who carry the bloodline. The ones who belong to us. You’ve been keeping them hidden, haven’t you? Those who can bear strong heirs. It’s not your bloodline that matters anymore, Alexander.”

I didn’t need him to say it. I already knew. The rogues weren’t just fighting to survive—they were fighting to take control of the Alpha’s bloodlines. Lauren, my children... the thought sent a cold wave of rage surging through me.

The older rogue’s words were slowly starting to sink in, twisting my thoughts, infecting my mind like poison. There were rumors before, whispers that the rogues weren’t just an angry mob. They had a plan. But I didn’t realize the full scale of it until now.

“Where are they?” I demanded, barely able to keep my voice steady. I already knew, but I wanted them to say it.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking toward the younger man again, a brief exchange of silent communication passing between them. But the kid wasn’t going to help. And the older one... well, he’d already said more than he should.

The man finally sighed, as if conceding to the inevitable. “GrimMaw.”

Of course. Of course that old man was behind this foolish uprising.

“It’s just a matter of time before we make our move.”

The younger one scoffed, “Like he could hide her anyways.”

A chill ran down my spine.

Her?

My thoughts immediately turned to Lauren and the kids. They had no idea how dangerous things were becoming. How close the enemy was.

I’d spent so much time focusing on holding the pack together, keeping them in line, I hadn’t realized that someone had slipped under my nose. A traitor. Someone inside my own pack, working with the rogues.

They must have told them were my family was.

I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. “You’re lying.”

The rogue didn’t flinch. “It’s true. The rogues are coming for you, for your family. For the women you’ve been keeping—whether they want to be kept or not. Your precious little world is crumbling, Alpha. How old is that daughter of ours anyways?”

I glared at him, my hands shaking with fury.

He’ll die, suffer for ever even thinking of my daughter in that way.

I turned toward the door, my mind racing. I had to get back. I had to make sure Lauren and the kids were safe.

Before I left, I turned back to the rogues, motioning to the guards. “I want their heads stuffed on my wall by dawn.”

Miles nodded and I slammed the door behind me, but the sound of there screams lingered in my ears.

I had underestimated them.

The rogues were coming. And they wouldn’t stop until they had everything. But I would burn the city to the ground before I let them touch what was mine. I’d make sure of that.

Not my pack, or my family would suffer under this idiotic uprising.