The Alpha Triplets And The Rogue
Chapter 134

Bryce’s POV

If I don’t get some answers soon, I am likely to explode and kill everyone in sight. My claws are knuckle-deep in Doctor Wilson’s shoulder and I feel some sort is sick satisfaction and the feeling of his flesh wrapped around my fingers.

Doctor Wilson refuses to answer my demand for answers. He merely whimpers in pain, as I drag him across the ground. Amber is cowering behind Ace trying to avoid my wrath, but little does she know that she is next if someone doesn’t start talking soon.

Ace is, of course, trying to mitigate the situation. “Bryce,” he says a little too gently. “We need them both alive.”

Amber wraps her arm around Ace’s arm and holds herself close to him.

“Don’t f*****g touch my brother,” I growl at Amber and she immediately lets go of Ace’s arm.

Angrily I chuck Doctor Wilson’s body to the side. He hits the ground with a thud and another whimper of pain escapes his lips. “Don’t f*****g move,” I hiss at the doctor as he rolls around on the ground in pain.

I look at the lock on the door and chuckle to myself. I hold my hand up to the lock and I don’t feel any heat radiating off it. It is not made of silver. Once again, I let my claws slip from my fingertips and slice through the bolt on the door with ease. Alpha Jet was a fool for thinking that this lock would keep anyone out.

As soon as the door opens I am hit with a bitter scent that I have only smelled once before. I flip the switch on the wall and a low light begins to flicker on the ceiling. The smell of the wolfsbane stings my nose and my throat as I walk deeper into the cellar.

The walls are covered in potted plants under heat lamps. Each pot contains a deep purple flower. I hear Ace gasp when he walks down into the cellar behind me.

“Is that what I think it is?” He asks and I notice that he is pulling the doctor down the stairs behind him.

“Wolfsbane,” I whisper as I look around the room in awe.

“It is illegal to grow wolfsbane within pack borders,” Ace says stupidly.

“I don’t think Alpha Jet cares much for what is legal or not,” I laugh sarcastically. “Let’s get this over with,” I say as I gesture toward a door at the back of the cellar that must lead to the dungeons.

I open the door and I am immediately met with the stench of piss, b***d, and rotting flesh. As angry as I am, I cannot stop the lump that is forming in the back of my throat. I have never tortured anyone for information before.

‘It will be easy,’ Blue says in my mind. ‘Just listen to me and I will guide you through it.’

I nod inwardly and take several steps into the dungeon. Most of the cells are empty and those aren’t have rotting corpses in them.

Finding a set of keys on the wall, I open the nearest empty cell. Ace drags the doctor inside and hisses as he touches the silver cuffs with his hands. Together, my brother and I, cuff Doctor Wilson to the chair in the center of the cell.

The doctor’s head hangs limply to his side, as he tries to pretend to be passed out. I look behind Ace and I don’t see Amber anywhere.

“Where is the b***h?” I growl at my brother.

“I let her go back into the pack house,” Ace says as he glares at the doctor. “I don’t think she will run.”

“I don’t think she knows anything anyway,” I say and Ace nods his head in agreement.

“So what do we do first?” Ace looks at me with a confused look on his face.

I look back at the doctor that is still pretending to be passed out. “We need him awake,” I wink at Ace.

Much to my surprise, Ace take the lead. Grabbing the doctor’s hand, Ace rips one of Doctor Wilson’s fingers from its socket. Bile rises in my throat at the site of the finger dangling awkwardly off the doctor’s hand. I swallow it down. The last thing I want to do is to appear weak.

Doctor Wilson screams out in pain. His head snaps upward and he looks from his mangled hand to Ace and a stream of cuss words spew from his mouth.

“Ah,” Ace says with a bit of humor in his voice. “He is awake.”

Ace grabs hold of another one of his fingers and wiggles it in a teasing matter. “Why did you come to help our mate if you were helping our mother?” Ace asks the doctor.

“You are really stupid,” Doctor Wilson spits out at Ace. “I wasn’t going to help your mate. I was sent to kill her.”

A snarl escapes from my lips. It is so loud that it makes the bars of the cells rattle in their place. Grabbing a hold of the doctor’s other hand I snap two of his fingers in half without hesitation.

The doctor cries out loudly again, and tears stream down his cheeks. “Where is my pup?” I growl as I let my claws extend once again.

Doctor Wilson shakes his head back and forth. “I will never tell you,” he says through gritted teeth.

“So you want to die down here?” I laugh as gesture to the cells around me.

“You don’t have the guts to kill me,” the doctor almost laughs. “You are still a pup.”

“I have killed before,” I warn the doctor. “Now where is my pup?”

A flash of fear crosses the doctor’s face but he quickly tries to mask it. I run one of my claws across his neck. Just enough to break the skin. The doctor hisses as my claw nicks the skin above his jugular, but he still refuses to talk.

Ace must have left the cell at some point because he comes bursting back in with a handful of tools in his hands. “Look what I found!”

I look at the tools that Ace has in his arms. Each one is rusted and covered in dried b***d. Ace drops them on the ground with a great clang and picks up a pair of large bolt cutters. “I wonder how he would look without his nose?” Ace says with a smirk on his face.

Spinning around I look at my brother with a shocked expression on my face. Never did I think between the three of us that he would be the one that would enjoy torture. I thought for sure that would have been Chris. Ace snaps the bolt cutters open and shut a few times in front of the doctor’s face. Sweat begins to form on the doctor’s brow as Ace clamps the bolt cutters on the tip of Doctor Wilson’s nose.

“Okay,” Doctor Wilson screams out in fear. “They are at the cabin.”

Ace playfully twists the bolt cutters back and forth on the doctor’s nose. “Which cabin?” He asks

“The one where you grew up,” the doctor says in a panic.

“She wouldn’t be stupid enough to go there,” I laugh at the doctor. “Cut off his nose.”

Ace tightens the bolt cutters around his nose and b***d begins to dribble down his face.

“I was supposed to keep you here,” Doctor Wilson begins to spill everything he knows. “I was supposed to keep Erica on the edge of death until the child was old enough to move to Europe.”

I glance at my brother and he shrugs his shoulders. “I really want to chop off his nose,” Ace whines a little.

“There will be plenty of time for that,” I tell Ace prying the bolt cutters out of his hands. “If he is telling the truth he won’t have a problem staying here until we find our mother and our pup.”