#Chapter 107: The Rouge’s Plan

Alexander I paced back and forth in the dimly lit interrogation room, my boots hitting the cold concrete floor with each step. The air was thick, suffocating—like it had been pulled straight from a coffin. The faint scent of stale blood lingered in the corners, mixing with the sharper smell of sweat and fear. I hated this place. But it was necessary. The rogues we’d captured weren’t going to give up any information easily. They never did. But they would break. They always did. I leaned against the steel table and looked down at the two men chained to the wall, their heads lowered, their bodies bruised from the brief scuffle we had before dragging them in here. Both had the telltale signs of a rogue wolf—feral eyes, tense muscles, the heavy scent of their kind still clinging to their skin despite the soap and water we had forced on them. The younger one, probably in his mid-twenties, glanced up, his eyes sharp with defiance. He had the look of someone who thought he was invinc