************Trigger Warning for Torture*********
William POV
Where the f**k am I? I look around an unfamiliar room and the minute I try to move I realize my arms and legs are still restrained. Memories of that ba**ard Xavier torturing me come rushing back. I didn't think the weak little pup had it in him. So worried about his precious mate. The b**ch didn't even wait for him, and yet he would go against his own blood for her. Where the f**k has he taken me? This definitely isn't the torture room in the pack house.
Mates are a weakness and not a strength. I thought I taught him that. Both the pups that f**king low-ranking b**ch produced were f**king weak. Hell, I had to kill Randall myself after he heard my discussion with Augustus. I couldn't risk him alerting the other council members
