#Chapter 240- Pathetic

Third Person POV As he sits back in his chair, the Alpha of the Whiteclaw Pack stares at the computer screen. The pretty little female curls into herself, pressing her back into the corner of the wall like she always does when she finishes her meal. Watching her has become a soothing pastime for her captor since she’s been locked up in his cellar, and he realizes that he’ll almost be sad when he has to get rid of her. It’s been fun watching her face fill with fear when she sees him. He likes the thrill that runs through him and the sense of power when she cowers away from him. “Alpha Thrange, there’s someone here to see you,” the Beta of the Whiteclaw Pack says from outside his office. He growls in annoyance and looks at the door. His pack members know not to bother him, so it’s not one of them visiting. It must be something important if his Beta risks interrupting him. “Enter.” His Beta enters but so does an unknown man, which catches Alpha Thrange’s interest. This man