Ethan's POV
The Rogue sat shackled to a chair in the interrogation room, his head bowed and a twisted grin playing on his lips. Despite his battered appearance, there was an unsettling confidence about him that set my teeth on edge.
Marlus stood at my side, his arms crossed, radiating tension.
“I’m not in a forgiving mood, so we can do this the hard way,” I said, my voice low but laced with authority. “You will talk. The only question is how much it’ll hurt before you do.”
The Rogue chuckled, his voice rasping like gravel. “You Alphas and your theatrics. Always thinking you’ve got the upper hand.”
I took a step forward, letting my wolf’s presence and my power bleed into the room. The temperature seemed to drop as my growl rumbled low in my chest. “You think this is a game? Chloe won’
