Heart of Pains

Chapter Forty

Hannah's POV

They fucked up.

"Your Highness, everything has been done, but he still refuses to talk."

I waved off the subordinate dismissively, shaking my head.

"Let me handle it; I believe he just needs to feel my awesome presence," I replied.

First of all, we're headed to the pack's house. It's a compound with a lot of buildings. My father bought this land in the early '90s. At the time, it was a ranch with lots of grassy areas for cows to roam and graze and for horses to ride.

Then the owner died, and there was no one to continue his legacy, so he sold everything. My dad was lucky to be one of the buyers. Sorry, did I say my dad? It was my great-grandfather.

He had planned to use it as an oil mill, but cancer took that dream away from him. So Pa decided to build a resort but changed his mind when he discovered the first female werewolf on that land.

I don't know why, but I love him for that decision, and so does my dad. But anyway, enough about my family line. Let's talk about the reason why my husband and I are here.

The detective was able to get us the information we needed, and it turned out that I have an entire army after me. Thankfully, we managed to capture one of the soldiers, and I told the detective to continue his findings.

I also sent some of my men who were unmated werewolves to go underground. So here we are in my pack-house, located outside Los Angeles, hidden in the depths of a forest. You can only locate it if you know the code, but even if you get in, the house is like a maze.

But I don't need to go through all that; I do everything here.

And in no time, we arrived at the big building with several smaller houses surrounding it. It's almost like a small town that's a place for werewolves who don't want to explore the outside world. It consists mostly of elderly werewolves, younger ones with mates and families, etc.

One thing that's for sure is that this is another world different from the humans, but I love it all the same.

When Damien and I entered the main foyer, my underboss was there to greet us. He bowed low to me and Damien before straightening.

"He's in the room," he told me.

Damien and I hadn't said a word. I guess he is tense to know what more I have in store for him. As for me, I just let him be. This is my reality, the wing we are in is dark because it is the vampire's wing.

"He's coming for you!" one of them yelled.

I knew that, and I didn't give them any reaction while rubbing my thumb on the back of Damien's hand to soothe him. We kept walking until we got to a particular room that had a single chair and table with a light that illuminated the table. My guards were stationed around the corners of this room, waiting for my instructions.

I turned to stare at my husband, but he had already masked his emotions. His sharp, aristocratic features were so emotionless I didn't know what he was thinking. He's a fast learner.

One of the guards came forward, grabbing the chair for me and my husband looked around curiously.

"Where should I put it, my queen?" he asked.

"I want you to put the one you have in your hands behind me, and get another one for my husband. He'll sit beside me," I replied coldly, my dark eyes gleaming with authority.

He gulped in fear but rushed to perform his task. When he was done, he bowed hastily to me before disappearing from my sight.

"Where is he?" asked my underboss who was standing on the right-hand side.

"In front of you," he answered briskly.

"Make me see," I commanded, and the light that was placed on the four walls was turned on.

I felt my husband grab my hand under the table and when I looked at him in my peripheral vision, he didn't look away. He's very good. Nodding in satisfaction, I returned my attention to the unrecognizable man in front of me, who had been brutally tortured.

"Hello. I just want to say that I'm sorry for my men treating you this way. I'm going to order them to untie you, but you must promise me that you won't try anything stupid," I said in an innocent and meek voice.

My husband looked at me and choked, but he immediately schooled his features and returned his attention to the man in front of us. My men were not surprised. I stood up and slapped my underboss, not too hard, but enough to make a loud sound.

"Excuse me, but untie him!" I screamed. "And did I give you permission to treat our prisoner this way?!"

Everyone didn't react, knowing it was part of my game. Still, he gave my men orders, and they untied the prisoner quickly. Then a few maids came in and started cleaning him up.

They fed him, but none of us said a word. While my hand was under the table, massaging Damien's hard cock. He made a little sound at the back of his throat. I am pretty sure that all the werewolves and vampires, including my underboss, could smell his arousal.

I palmed Damien's cock, making him hiss, but he covered it with a cough, but he kept his face blank. I massaged the tip of his cock inside his trousers. I knew that he was close because his cock kept twitching.

Damn, I was wet, but I stopped my assault on his cock, and he grunted in frustration. He couldn't even control it, and I held back my giggles.

Maybe I should give him his release so he could concentrate on what's about to go down. So I took my hand back and saw that his zipper was open. I don't know how I put my hand inside his pants and touched his cock. As I started messing with him, I watched his eyes roll to the back of his head.

A few minutes later, he adjusted himself, and his trousers were looser.

I touched him, and in no time, he spurted out his cum. That was going to leave a stain. He gasped in relief when he was done riding his high. I turned to my underboss, and I saw him adjusting his trousers.

I didn't even realize that he was on his feet. Mind you, he is unmated. I turned to the man in front of me. I discovered that the maids did a good job cleaning his injuries, and feeding him, and now he looked a little bit human.

"My name is..." he tried to say, but his voice was gruff, maybe from screaming, which was caused by my men.