SUNKENED eyes, skinny, and wrinkled. That was what the used-to-be handsome leader of the Casa Camino coven looked like.
Dark veins were visible on his pale skin. The clothes he was wearing were sagging on his shoulders. They previously fitted him nicely in all the right places.
“Like what you see?” He asked in a gruff voice.
No one spoke with him since he was confined in the basement of the penal building. He was only able to see a person when he was being fed.
He was given a pack of human blood every five days. He was being fed four hundred and fifty milliliters of blood each time.
“Very.”
“What do you want, Alpha? Are you here to kill me?”
“Not yet.”
“What else do you want?! I have given you everything!”
After a month in the basement, Riley had him sign documents that he so
