How About Cutting Your Cock Off?

••• Aleksander’s POV ••• I sat and leaned back on the chair in the hotel suite. Sitting opposite of me was the useless piece of shit who everyone and himself used to call the Alpha Prince - Theodore Elsher. He was naked after being beaten and bloodied, all thanks to the wonderful work of my pack members. One corner of my lips lifted into a cold smirk as I saw the bloodied man who was whimpering from pain and fear. Alpha Prince my arse. What kind of he-wolf was the Alpha Prince if he couldn't even stand being surrounded by the mafia Alpha and his thugs? “When are you going to pay me back my money, mutt?” Damn right, I dared to call this so-called Alpha Prince ‘mutt’. Even his father, the Alpha King, was afraid of me. So why should I still call him by his name? He didn't deserve it. “Al-Alpha Aleksander, please give me a little more time. My dad will help me to pay off my debt,” he stammered. His words amused me so much that I barked out a laugh before I looked at him with contempt and s