Forgiven

As he descended to the dungeon, Carson was behind him. The guards sensing his dark mood, all stand alert, avoiding his gaze. “Alpha” Theron and Adam bowed upon seeing him. “Where is he?” he directly asked. Adam motioned the cell at the end. Dimitri walked over, his face as cold as ice. In the dimly lit dungeon, he found Martin, who seemed to have accepted his fate. Carson quickly unlocked the door. “If this is not my head chef” he mused darkly. Martin looked up and fear crossed his face, he stuttered, “Alpha” Dimitri struggled to control his emotions, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. Unable to contain himself, he grabbed him by his neck and slammed him to the wall as if he were light as a feather. His eyes shifted from blue to gold. He squeezed his neck until the poor man clawed at his arms and faced a void of any color. “How dare you call me your Alpha when you dare to betray me?” he growled dangerously. He was about to strike him again when he detected a foul odor emanating