Chapter 192
Betrayed by Blood
Alaric froze, "What? What do you mean Cain is here? Hey! Wake up! Fucking—" a loud howl echoed through the air.
Everyone in the room froze, fear engulfing their hearts. Cain found them. How? How did he find them so soon?
Callum stepped forward, running his hands through his hair in panic. "K-king...what do we—" he didn’t get to complete his words.
The door slammed open, and Cain stepped inside, dragging a warrior by the throat. The man kicked and gasped, clawing at Cain’s grip, but it was useless. With a sharp twist, Cain snapped his neck and tossed the body away.
Alaric gulped hard at the sight. His gaze flickered around. He could hear the sounds of the rogues crying and screaming for help. Oh, how useless they were. He had gathered all the rogues for this. Dressed them to look presentable and fight with a promise of being able to trade in the region for a day freely. Of course, they jumped on it like the savages that they were. He had really thought they could fight, or at least withstand Cain’s army if it ever came to that.
Now he felt stupid. He had put too much trust in rogues.
Cain’s gaze swept the room, taking in the chains, the machines, the way Avery hung limply in that chair. The people dressed in surgical suits beside her. He immediately understood what was happening. Something inside him snapped.
Finally, he raised his eyes to Alaric, behind him was Callum. Just as predicted.
For a long, terrible moment, neither of them spoke. Then Alaric smiled. "Ah. The mighty Alpha Cain." He gestured lazily at the bodies on the floor. "You do love making an entrance."
Cain took a step forward, his jaw clenched hard. "Let her go."