Gabe's POVI wiped my bloodied knuckles, my expression stoic as I stared at the man tied up in the chair before me. Nonchalantly, I tossed the once pristine white towel, now spotted with deep crimson stains, to the floor. This was becoming tiresome. If only I could kill him and be done with it. However, on the off-chance he had some vital information, I had to keep this chingado alive. Hell. I really wanted to just kill him.“I’m going to ask you one last time,” I clipped the words out ominously, reaching for the silver pistol always tucked away on my person.The silver metal lightly singed the skin of my palms, but itt could have been worse had I not built up an intolerance to the metal lethal for wolves. As a babe, my mother, who’d been an alpha-female, had gone so far as to lace my milk with silver, refusing to stop even when I’d been hospitalised multiple times.The body is strong. A powerful alpha will adapt.That’s what she always said to my father, a weak wolf with beta blood i
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