Chapter Forty- Four

XANDER POV

Fletcher and Frankie drop Dillon’s limp body to the ground. Like it’s second nature, my Beta puts on the thick rubber gloves. Leaning against the wall, I place a cigarette between my lips and light it. Watching as the pair chain him to the wall. Enjoying the way he flinches when the silver cuffs touch his bare skin.

“Alpha,” Frankie says, turning his neck to me, exiting to join Clara waiting outside. The two of them recently learning about the spot. Considering it exists on Fletcher’s parents’ property, very few people know the location. He is more secretive about his family than I am.

Clara refuses to come inside after the first time, the smell of vomit, piss, sweat, and blood too much for her to bear. Not to mention the overbearing odor that accompanies death. No, she’d rather wait outside, or helping with Fletcher’s younger siblings.

Leaving his arms hanging, my Beta joins me, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. Handing him my lighter, he sparks the end, taking a long