Chapter 65: Cruel Alpha, Tender Mate
(Connor's POV)
"What would I kill you for?" I asked coldly, my ice-blue eyes piercing through Jessica Sullivan's terrified form.
She cowered in the metal chair, her once-beautiful features now marred by bruises and cuts. The basement of Shadow Den was dimly lit, casting harsh shadows across her face.
"Please," she whimpered, tears streaming down her dirty cheeks. "I know you hate me for what I did to Olivia, but—"
"Miss Sullivan," I cut her off, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Since you're not willing to say anything useful, don't blame me for being impolite."
I stood up with a cold expression, my commanding presence filling the dimly lit basement. The concrete walls seemed to close in around us as I turned to leave.
"No!" Jessica crie
