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At noon, Sandro's wrists were cuffed, and a key locked them in place. Four of Ezra's most brutal guards escorted him to the execution site.

One of the guards taunted him with a kick to the back, "You're supposed to be the strongest Alpha, right? Prove it. Get out of those cuffs and save yourself and your men." He sneered as he spoke.

Another guard joined in, throwing his head back in laughter, "The strongest? Don't make me laugh. Soon enough, Ezra will be the only Alpha, and you'll be nothing."

The rest of the guards snickered at his words.

Sandro remained quiet, trudging forward without acknowledging their insults. He ignored the kicks and slaps to his bare back and focused on staying upright, refusing to fall to his weakened knees. He knew that falling would show weakness, and he refused to give up until his last breath.

After a short walk, they entered another section of the hideout. The atmosphere immediately shifted, and the air grew tense. They stopped a few steps inside, and tw