Alpha Nathan's POV
Returning to my chambers, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and gulped down a large quantity. Groaning, I sat on the couch but realized I was restless. My mind kept drawing me to her, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t.
“Tell the men to stop,” my wolf howled loudly in my head.
I ignored him and took more sips, but I was still restless. I imagined the pain she would go through, and heaven knows what type of lash my men would use on her.
I panicked at the thought that she wouldn’t survive the torture. What if she dies? The thought frightened me, but I remained in my room, forcing myself not to go outside and stop them.
A knock landed on my door, and it was one of the guards informing me that they were through with her and had taken her back to her roo
