Page 56 of Alpha Queen
Ares leaned in to Rudy's ear. "And what do you think we'll do if you don't?"
The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound Rudy's ragged breathing. Then Ares drove his fist into Rudy's kidneys. The Alpha doubled over, gasping for air.
"That was a warm-up," Ares growled, hauling Rudy upright once more. "Now, let's try again. Where are the shipments going?"
Rudy spat blood onto the plush carpet, his defiance crumbling under Ares' relentless stare. "Canada," he wheezed. "The main distribution center is in Canada."
Ares extended his claws into Rudy's skin, drawing blood. "Be more specific."
"A... a mailbox place," Rudy gasped. "Montreal. That's where we send paperwork and the bulk of the suppressors. From there, it gets distributed to wherever Titan wants it."
Ares' mind raced, connecting the dots. Montreal. It made sense- close to the border, access to major shipping routes. And if Titan were operating out of Canada, it would explain why they'd had such a hard time tracking him down.
"Why does he want so many suppressors?" Santiago asked.
"I don't-"
Ares slammed his fist into Rudy's mouth, and Rudy groaned before spitting out a tooth. "Lie all you want," Ares said. "I'll just keep punching until every tooth is gone. Then I'll move on to bones."
"He wants to control the rogues," Rudy groaned. "The suppressors are supposed to help him keep them compliant."
"But why does he need such huge shipments?"
"He's stocking up."
"For what?"
"For when he takes back the throne."
There it was. Titan didn't just want River; he wanted the throne, and he was determined to keep it at any cost, even if it meant drugging shifters and Lycans to keep them in line.
"The address of the mailbox place," Ares demanded. "Give it to us."
Rudy hesitated, and the internal struggle played out across his face. With a growl of impatience, Ares crushed Rudy's hand, bending his fingers back until the bones snapped.
Rudy screamed, his body convulsing against Ares' iron grip.
"16249 Meganese Ave."
"How do we know he isn't lying?" asked Santiago.
"Because it's right here," Duncan chimed in from behind them.
Ares turned to find Duncan typing away at Rudy’s laptop.
"Shipping info is here in his shipping account."
"Are there any other addresses in there?"
Duncan scrolled through the screen and shook his head. "Nothing."
Ares swore. The address for the shipments was fine, but clearly, River wasn't being held at a shipping and mailbox business.
"What are you going to do with him?" Duncan pointed at Rudy.
Kill. Kill him. Kill-
Stop. You aren't helping.
