Claimed By The Lycan King (Kaia) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Kieran's POV (there's a little mention of violence)

The shooters weren't healing as fast as I wanted them to, so we had the pack doctor look at them and they were starting to get better. But with the break in our room, Kaia was on the edge so she was back to having a bodyguard.

After her panic attack last night, I knew we had to speed up what we had to do to get to the real person behind the attacks and the shooting.

“Alpha, they're ready to talk." Caleb's voice rang in my head.

I was already on my way to them, so I hastened my pace. King was eager to get to them also. After watching our mate go through pain, it only fueled our determination.

The three men were all kneeling with their hands tied up with ropes that had been dipped in wolfsbane. Their groaning and the sounds of whips against their skin filled the dungeon. I guess they didn't like the taste of their own medicine.

"Who do you work for?” I asked. The three of them looked at each other and then back at me before shaking their heads.

"He's g-going to k-kill us if we say anything." One of them said, spitting out blood.

A smirk formed at the corner of my mouth, “I can do him a favor then.” I said, signaling to Caleb to carry on.

The sound of whipping went up in the air, followed by their cry and plea. Blood gushed out of their backs where the whip touched. Other prisoners slowly retreated into their cell for fear that it would be their turn next if they as much as made the wrong sound.

“Do you still think keeping quiet will keep you alive?"

The one Dylan caught was the first to get back on his knees, he was covered in his blood, his eyes were swollen and his mouth bursted.

"I will rather die than betray my boss.” He spat, a defiant look in his eyes.

King growled, "Let's grant his wish then.” He said, gnawing at me to let him out.

Ryder and Caleb looked at me, waiting for further instructions. But even alive, they were proving not to be of any use, it wouldn't be any better if he was dead. That didn't mean I wouldn't enjoy breaking him.

“Tie them up." I ordered, drawing my sleeves up. “This should be fun."

The other two watched with horror on their faces as the third person was put up, his body upside down. They struggled to move, attempting to run away but Ryder just grabbed them by the clothes.

“Please, forgive us." One of them, whose voice I recognized as the one who was in doubt about the entire mission, begged, "we'll leave and…”

But Caleb was done listening as his repeatedly landed hot punches on his face, the reason behind his anger wasn't far-fetched. Here they were begging to be spared but they didn't hesitate to shoot poison that nearly took his life.

I let him have his way before getting started on them. Starting from their knees, breaking every bone that could be found there. King let out a satisfied sign as the sound of cracking followed by their scream and plea for mercy. The air was thick with the smell of blood and sweat.

Ryder handed me the wolfsbane…my favorite part of all this, but it was cut short when one of them spoke. His voice was low, but our ability made it easy to grasp every word.

“I'll…talk, please… don't…” The same person said, his voice breaking as he spoke.

"He could've waited a few seconds, it was just getting interesting.” King said, and I chuckled before ordering him to be brought down.

With his knee, which wouldn't be working for a few weeks or months, Caleb and Ryder held him upright so he could meet my gaze, with his only functional eye.

“Start talking.”

"I don't know much…" he started, but changed his mind when Caleb's grip tightened on his hand, his claws digging into his skin.

“We call him Boss, nobody knows his real name.” He started again, his voice becoming louder. "We d-don’t know where he stays, and he only shows up when we have a mission." He said.