Jason's POV
Lucian and I went straight to the scoundrels who had sold Eira to us. The day was going to start with the some bloodshed today.
That night, when we bought Eira, we had already broken them enough to make sure they hadn't lied about that bitch being a pureblood. The bastards swore on their lives that she was indeed a high-ranking pureblood. How much we tortured, they didn't change the claim.
The moment we stepped into the shabby drawing room of the cottage deep in the woods, terror painted their faces. The woman, a nurse, hovered by their side to help them stand. The two bastards barely able to stand, their human forms recovering slowly.
One of them finally got back to the senses. "A-Alpha…you are here…did that bitch do something to—"
"Shut your mouths unless you want me to pull out the rest of your teeth," Lucian cut in, settling onto the small couch like he owned the place. The other three froze, standing at attention like broken soldiers.
