I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 168: Rogue scouts

~AMBROSE’S POV~

I had the vampires moved out of the palace and into a guest home on the palace grounds. With Artemasia and Arya’s help, it was warded with blood magic to keep out unwanted and curious pack members. And keep their identity a secret until I was ready to let the world know of the alliance.

Odette had spent time reconnecting with her family. Healing old wounds. She’d spent a lot of time training with her father. I wouldn’t normally give her this much breathing room, but I’ve been so fucking busy lately, we’ve barely had time to spend together alone.

I’ve been missing her presence. Her touch. Just her.

But as of late the rogue attacks had increased. Stretching into human territory, abducting and slaughtering people in their homes and in the streets. People with connections to the shifter. And because of these attacks, I’ve been recruiting more shifters into me army, as fast as I can. Teaching magic to those capable of learning. I abolished the privatization of magic schooling to prep soldiers for this war. I wanted to give my warriors the skills needed to defeat the enemy and keep themselves alive. With all of this, my plate just kept piling up.

The gala was another issue that was becoming a pain in the ass to handle.

The planner was all over me when it came to getting answers. I can’t wait to name Odette Luna so she could take over this shit. It was the Luna’s job to handle the social events for the packs. Not because it was a woman’s place, but because she shifters were better planners than the men in most cases.

The gala had to be perfect. It would be the night he reveals Odette as not just my Luna but as the MoonChild.

I would mark her there in front of everyone. Funny how my plan to get revenge worked out, but not in the way I first expected.

"Alpha King Ambrose, there’s rogues on the southern border, we are chasing them down, where should I bring them?" It was Damon contacting me through the channel.

"Bring them to the basement, into the white room."

The white room was the one place in the palace you never wanted to go.

I had toned down a lot since meeting Odette.

But I wasn’t cured. The cruelty still lived inside me. Simmering. Only cooled by her presence. But with me being so busy, that cruelty has had time to boil again.

They just lied dormant underneath his skin waiting for its chance.

"I hate to be that bastard, understood Alpha King."

"Don’t mention anything to Odette and tell them to keep a quiet about this, the last thing I need is a panic or some kind of hysteria bringing eyes to things I don’t want seen."

"Of course, as you command alpha."

I was pissed. The planner hadn’t noticed I stopped walking and just kept blabbering on.

I took this chance and left.

Ihad a couple of rogue scouts to deal with.

Beta Damon and two other betas captured the four rogues. They were fast, but they weren’t strong. Damon and the other two shifter beat the shit out of them before dragging their unconscious bodies to the dungeon.

When they woke up, the four rogue were sounded by walls so white they screamed. The tables were white. The four looked around the room and at each other’s faces.

They knew they were fucked.

Strapped into hard, white, metal chairs. Hours went by before the door creaked open.

"Looks like my four sleeping beauties have awakened from their slumber." I said cooly as I walked in.

My sinister and demented intent was so strong it nearly chocked everyone in the room.

"We were just passing by; we didn’t mean to trespass." One of the shifters cried.

"Lie." Damon spoke walking in behind me.

I walked over to the white table and draped my finger over my favorite silver torture toys.

Picking up a pair of odd looking pliers.

"You see these boys? They’re made with silver tips and spelled to pulse with electricity. I heard it’s quite a shocking experience." My emotionless face shifted into a smile so unsettling it made their blood run cold and the color drain from their faces.

"Since you spoke the first lie, and it was before I even got to explain the rules, you’ll see how you get punished." I walked slowly over to the man who had spoken first.

He thrashed in his seat. Desperate to pull away from me. Fear gripped his heart harder than my grip ever could.

I leaned down and clamped on one of the man’s nails with the pliers.

The minute the two clamps connected electricity pulsed through them and into the man and started pulling at the nail.

The man screamed and thrashed and pleaded between sobs to stop. Desperate for any form of relief.

"Please, fuck, please. Stop."

I paused with an insidious smile on my face and backed away. The pleasure I got watching this man nearly piss himself in the chair.

I placed the pliers down and ran my hand through my hair, taking in a deep inhale.

"Most people hate the smell of frying flesh. But for some sick twisted reason, I partially enjoy it. Especially if I’m the one doing the burning." I chuckled.

"We’re gonna play a game. Now you will all lose in the end, that’s a guarantee. None of you will walk out of here. But I will grant the snitch a quick death. Where the others... Well... You saw... I will ask a question, if you lie to me, I’ll hurt you in one of many ways." I gestured to the table filled with tools of torture.

"If you don’t know the answer, I will hurt you. That’s it. Who’s going first?" My grin was sickening. Another one of the shifters started to piss himself in front of everyone. The stench of fear, urine, and burnt flesh brought a sense of control to me that I only felt in this room.

"What a little bitch, pissing his pants because he’s afraid. Let’s start with you." I grinned.

"Are you with the rogues that’s banned with the rogue king?"

"Y... y... yes..." The man stuttered.

"Awe, this guy here gets it." and I moved to the next man.

"What is the name of your rogue king?" I went easy on the first guy, I sometimes pitied the weakling. But this one was clearly more experienced and probably knew more.

"Fuck you." The shifter spat out.

"Wrong answer." In a flash I had picked up a scalpel and moved in front of the man.

I pressed it into the man’s eyelid carving it off. "I don’t like the way you blinked when you swore at me."

The man cried out in horror as blood ran down his face covering and burning his eyes.

I flicked the eyelid on to the ground and looked at the next man. "Same question."

"You know William over there will snitch why even ask us? Just kill us."

"Wrong answer." I moved with lightning speed over to that man and with the scalpel carved the man’s fingertip off.

The man screamed out in pain. Thrashing in his seat. His body withered in agony.

He looked to the next man. "Don’t disappoint me." I wouldn’t be disappointed, either way, I always get what I want.

"Theoron." The man blurted out. Not willing to fuck around.

"Ah smart man." I moved to the next man. This went on and on for hours. Until I was covered in blood and bored. It only took a few rounds before the four of them broke and gave up everything they knew.

By the ends of it, they were unrecognizable, you could barely tell they were once men.

I reminded my guards of what I was capable of in that moment. Inspiring a kind of fear equivalent to love.

I looked at Damon and said "Kill them, I have all I need." And walked out.

I went to the guard on duties quarters and washed off all the blood.

I know the smell wouldn’t be completely off, but it would be less and if I went for a run, I could sweat some and that should help with the smell. A little.

I hope.

I would tell Odette about the rogues, but not about this. Not about the torture session I just had.

However, when I got back Odette knew instantly something was up.

"What are you hiding?"