The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary novel Chapter 141

Chapter 142 

Not a moment after, Isaac walks back to where Val is sitting. I look to his gloved hands to find them both occupier. He held not one, but two things. 

Nails and the silver scraper. 

Isaac catches my eyes and shrugs, 

“I couldn’t chose.” 

I shake my head in amusement and tuck my knuckles under my chin. Leaning forward at the edge of my seat, I take in the show in front of me. 

When I first started training to be an Alpha, Meredith had made me watch countless interrogation sessions with the rogues they’ve caught. It was visual training, she’d tell me. To see firsthand one of the many things I’d have to do as Alpha. It wasnt a matter of whether I can stomach doing such at thing or not, it was a matter if I could lie about stomaching it. At least, until I was out that door and away from the person detained. 

Morals, righteousness, humanity- 

none of that mattered the moment I stepped inside an interrogation room. The only thing that was deemed important was getting the answers I needed. No matter the method, extraction of answers was the objective. It didn’t matter if I was a saint; Alphas can’t be soft. 

It was their life versus the safety of my pack. 

It was as simple as that. 

Some of the first interrogations I’ve witnessed were led and executed by Meredith. Others were handled by Williams. As expected, the first time I saw one I could hardly watch for three minutes before I ran out the room to empty my stomach. 

Cruel, merciless, patient and tactful. 

You had to be all four. 

There was no sympathy or pity when in the process of interrogation. 

Sometimes I still find it hard doing that, but this time, it wasn’t a problem. 

Isaac squats down, taking the scraper and forces Val’s hand to open. Val tries his hardest to keep his fist closed, digging his nails into his palms with every means to keep his fist clenched through his resistance but Isaac’s patience wears thin. The minute Val’s hand loosened, Isaac wastes no time to take one of the nails and slams it into his middle finger, ffectively nailing Val’s hand to the armrest. In fact, he takes all of Val’s fingers and nails them down until his palm was exposed. 

Val cries out, eyes shutting tight at the pain, the silver burning into his flesh as he struggles in his seat. It wasn’t just the touch of silver that caused him pain. It was the fact that his body was trying to heal the wound yet still being in contact with silver that makes it unbearable. A wolves, our healing was faster. Small cuts would heal in a second, big wounds would heal in at least a day or two. 

So having silver piercing into you without it’s removal only adds to the pain by tenfold. 

Val’s breathing starts to quicken, harboring in deep quick intakes. He refuses to look at his hand, his head turned to the other direction until Isaac uses the scraper and digs the ridges into Val’s palm. 

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Chapter 142 

Isaac stills for a second, allowing Val to adjust to the soaring pain before pressing in harder. 

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Another jolt of agony zips through Val. His teeth grinds hard and his neck stiffens from strain. Veins pop form his forehead, neck, and even his arms are adorned with veins from the tightness his body has coiled into. Looking at me, Isaac stands by for my signal. 

“Do it.” 

Val howls, his bare feet digging into the ground. His toes curl, the heels of his feet drilling into the slab of stone under him. Sweat pours down his forehead, his hair drenched from the salty excrete before it rolls down to his neck and over his bare chest. It’s almost amazing how much pain someone can endure. More so, wolves. Isaac drags down the scraper, a roll of flesh skimmed from Val’s palm to the ground. Ugly, angry, red, bloodied botches of inner flesh greeting me from Val’s hand. Isaac had dug so deep that i could see the beginnings of bones on the heel of his palm.