Claimed by the Mad Lycan King
Chapter 37: YOU BETTER TELL ME THE TRUTH

Chapter 37: YOU BETTER TELL ME THE TRUTH

"You said you were not going to kill him," Ace reminded Zade.

"I am not." Zade chuckled as he put the phone down. His voice was still as gentle as it had been when he talked to Seara. His cute mate just called him, worried he was with someone else. "He is still alive."

Zade was not wrong because Daven was indeed alive. He was still kicking, biting down hard on his lip to prevent himself from screaming out loud when Zade broke his leg.

The Lycan king had warned him before he picked up the call from Seara that he would cut off his tongue if he made a noise during the call.

Daven believed that. The Lycan king showed his madness again.

"You are still alive, right?" Zade stepped on Daven’s fingers, and a crunching sound of broken bones filled the study. "You can speak now."

And Daven let out a shrill scream that could make your hair stand on end.

Less than half an hour ago, Zade arrived at the Blackthorne Pack, and Daven welcomed him with his beta and gamma.

Everything went well until the topic of Seara came up, and Daven told the fabricated version about what happened and how she lost her wolf spirit.

The rejection caused her wolf spirit to die because she was cheating on him.

That was what Daven tried to explain to Zade. But even without the information from Zephyr, Zade could smell the lie.

The way Daven felt uncomfortable with his own story and how he rushed through his words about Seara, desperately trying to portray her as the bad girl, even though he didn’t truly believe it.

The Lycans were the highest rank of the shifters; they had the best senses and were cunning by nature; thus, it didn’t take long for Zade to pick up all the nonsense that Daven tried to feed him.

"Are you done crying?" Zade asked when Daven had stopped screaming. He was lying on his back with his leg at a weird angle, and his left hand was crushed under Zade’s boots. "Now tell me what happened. Don’t even bother to lie."

Meanwhile, on the side, Silas and Rexton were stiff with tension. They couldn’t do anything to save their alpha because Zade had suppressed their wolf spirit, which rendered them unable to shift into their wolf forms.

Not many shifters could do that, especially to a beta and a gamma. Obviously, it was the perk of being a Lycan.

"I have told you... I have..." Daven breathed through the pain when Zade put all of his weight on his hand. "I lied... I was the one... I was the one who betrayed her... I was..."

"Good. We are talking now." Zade stood up; he let go of Daven’s hand and went to sit on the Alpha’s leather chair. "Continue."

Ace watched as everything unfolded. What he was afraid of was happening. Zade didn’t kill them, but this interrogation wouldn’t end with only a few broken bones.

After all, Zade had two days before he returned to Seara again, and these two days would be the worst nightmare for the Blackthorne Pack.

Currently, the warriors were surrounding the pack house. Ace could even sense a dozen warriors were waiting outside the door; they didn’t dare to enter the room because they knew who was inside and what the Lycan king was capable of doing.

Therefore, even though they heard the sound of their alpha being tortured, the only thing they could do was stand on guard.

***

Seara was startled when she saw a dog jump into the kitchen through the window. The black creature managed to open the window by clawing at it, as if it had done that a few times.

The dog’s fur was black, and it was so big and ferocious, the type of dog that you watched in the movie where the police used to chase down a bad guy.

Seara didn’t really know about dogs, so she couldn’t tell what breed it was, but she stumbled back nevertheless when the dog approached her.

"No!" Seara’s back hit the cabinet, and her heart was in her throat when the dog got closer to her. "Bad dog, bad dog. Go away."

Instead, the dog was wiggling its tail and staring at the thing in Seara’s hand. She followed its line of sight, and apparently the dog wanted the sausage in her hand.

"Do you want this?" Seara wriggled the fork that she used to pick up the sausage.

The dog lowered its front body and put its nose on the ground while lifting its butt, wiggling its tail even more.

For a long moment, Seara blinked her eyes and stared at the dog. Did it try to act cute?

"Sit," Seara said. She remembered this simple command that people used for their dogs.

The black-furred creature in front of her then sat on its hind legs, opening its mouth, which made it look as if the dog were smiling.

"Roll."

Seara’s eyes lit up when the dog started rolling its body and barking once.

Seeing this, Seara then crouched down. This was interesting, and the dog didn’t look as scary. "Hand." Seara stretched out her hand, and the dog gave her its paw. "Cute..." Seara felt a surge of joy when she touched the dog’s soft paw.

"Sit. Roll. Hand."

Seara gave a consecutive order, and the dog did everything perfectly.

"Wah! Good dog. Good dog!"

And then she remembered something. She wanted to share this with Zade, so she picked up the phone that she kept in her jacket’s pocket and called Zade.

He picked up on the second ring.

"There is a dog!" Seara said excitedly. "There is a good dog!" Seara gave the dog the sausage, and it munched on it happily.

"What dog, Seara?" Surprisingly, Zade’s voice tightened.

"Uhm. A black dog." Seara then told Zade about the dog.

"Seara, who is with you?"

"No one." She looked around her.

"Get away from the dog, Seara. Do it slowly." The calmness in Zade’s voice was alarming.

"Why?"