Chapter 82. Damian the Terror

Fist after brutal fist, he pounded the Gamma’s face, breaking bone, spilling blood. His claws tore through flesh, raking deep gouges down the traitor’s chest. The Gamma’s screams echoed through the hall, but Damian did not stop.

“Mercy!” the Gamma sobbed at last, barely able to speak through swollen lips and shattered teeth. “End it… please…”

But Damian only smirked, his face dark with a rage that chilled the blood. His voice was a low growl.

“End it? Oh no. I’ve only just begun. You know! Everyone Complained about me in the past…Damian is a heartless alpha…Damian is a demon in disguise…I am this…I am that… So, I decided to loosen up a bit… But It was a terrible mistake… And now, I am the beast, everyone dread his path…”

With savage precision, Damian broke the Gamma’s arms, then his legs, the sound of snapping bones sickeningly loud. Blood pooled at their feet.

Then, as the Gamma’s screams reached new heights of agony, Damian used his claws to skin him—