THE ALPHA’S LITTLE ROGUE

Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Raphael’s POV My Alpha is dying. And this f u c k i n g b i t c h was keeping mute. She’s old enough to be my grandmother, but at this moment, I have this insane urge to punch her in the t i t s. Alex is in front of her, visibly agitated as he tries to get through to the old hag. “Tell us what the f u c k i n g antidote is!” He yells, slamming his fist onto the table before him and pinning the woman down with what I know has to be a deadly glare. Greater men have succumbed under that gaze. But with all that, her response wasn’t even close to what we wanted. After capturing Jude, it didn’t take much for us to get the whereabouts of the witch who made the venom. Next, we had simply gone to her house and dragged her over here. “I already told you. My venom has no cure.” She seems proud as she says this. Her face goes dark. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your Alpha might not make it to see dawn.” It’s the same dance that has been happening for the past thirty minutes; Alex threatening her and her giving us nothing. We are wasting precious time. Time we don’t have. The blade was lunged in his f u c k i n g heart and at any minute, the venom could take hold of him and take away our Alpha. Ok, that’s it. No more reasoning with someone who obviously wanted to have it the hard way. Straightening up from my position by the wall, I walk over to them and place a hand on Alex’s shoulder. He turns to me, his face scrunched up in anger and worry. “Let me handle it.” I squeeze his shoulder. “I’ll get an answer out of her. Go check up on Caden.” Even from down

here, I could hear his screams as the pack doctor attended to him. Those screams reinforce my decision. I’m going to get an answer out of this witch by any means necessary. 1 He opens his mouth, obviously to refuse but I shoot him a look and his lips fall shut. He looks back at the witch and then at me. “What are you going to do to her?” “Whatever is needed.” It’s obvious that Alex can’t bring himself to hurt this woman for some reason. I on the other hand do not have such limitations. He nods then throws one last glance at her before turning his attention back to me. “Don’t kill her. At least, not before we get an answer out of her,” he warns and heads for the door, leaving me and the witch alone. Out of the three of us, I’ve always been referred to as the cheerful and fun one. The one that no one would ever expect to be capable of inhumane and frightening methods. There might be a half-truth to it. I mean, I don’t go out of my way to harm people and I would rather avoid it if I could. But there were times when families or people that I care about managed to get stuck in an issue. I always took care of those problems through any means possible. This was one of those problems. My fingers curl into fists as I take a lengthy look at the old hag. This is about to be a very long day for her. “What is the cure?” I start, pinning her to a seat with a glare that I know does wonders for me. She looks towards me and gulps but what comes out of her mouth next leaves my blood running hot. “Nothing,” she says, a smile on her lips as she looks at me blankly. I move before she even realizes it, and my fingers clutches her hair in a tight grip as I hit her face into the metal table in front of us. Then again. Then just one more time. She’s screaming and crying through this but It only makes me angrier. We have been trying to get

through to her for an hour while my friend was withering and dying on his bed, screaming his head off because of the unimaginable pain he’s suffering through. Why should I listen to her cries when she has completely ignored him? Smiling, I let her go and look at her now unrecognizable face. Her nose is bleeding profusely and her entire face is swollen. She clutches her face as she lets out wails. Her cries sound like music to my ear, but as much as I loved listening to her cry, I need that mouth to make coherent sentences not whimpers.

“How about now? Are you feeling more inclined to talk?” I question, leaning my elbows on the table and scrunching my nose when I see some droplets of her blood on the table. She stubbornly presses her lips together and I sigh. Why don’t they ever learn? Straightening up, I walk towards her and grip her hair again. Just as I’m about to have a repeat of what I did a moment ago, she speaks. “There’s an antidote!” She screams and it sounds like music to my ears. “Keep talking,” I say in a deadly low voice. “I-it’s-” she shutters, losing all the confidence that she had a minute ago. “Spit it out,” I bite, still dragging her hair back and watching as a few strands pull from the root. As she starts listing off the ingredients for what she promises to be an antidote, I immediately start mind-linking them to Alex. I stay in the room, watching her out of the corner of my eyes as Alex goes to confirm if her words hold any truth. If every last one of those ingredients she called out doesn’t make Caden heal, she has got another thing coming for her. “You don’t have a mate, do you?” My spine stiffened at her question and at the evil smile on her face. The fact that her face is

distorted makes the smile more nerve-wracking. I ignore both her and her question, choosing to pace around the room as I wait to hear from Alex. “Two hearts, one fate. Pain. Misery. Anguish. A curse. A life to be taken.” What c r a p was she sprouting now?

。 “Have a nice life.” She gives me a victorious smile that falls away as her eyes turn vacant. My heart stills and I tentatively move towards her, looking at the body before me in disbelief. Did she just kill herself?Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.