"Gamma," Viola called, wasting no more time, already certain the man wouldn't confess on his own. When her bodyguards stepped forward, she ordered, "Take him to the dungeon until the Alpha returns. He can answer to the Supreme Alpha's own methods of persuasion." She released his hair, watching the horror spread across his face.
"Wait, wait, we don't have to involve the Alpha in this! I swear I didn't do anything with the equipments!" Hugh tried to fight back, but the men were already dragging him away. The moment he was gone, Viola turned toward the workers, who looked so relieved that several of them dropped to their knees, bowing to her.
"Thank you, Supreme Luna!" They said together, in unison, and Viola, for the first time, felt something settle into place, a sense of actually fitting this role, a quiet satisfaction in having genuinely helped members of her own pack, even if they were simply a group of omegas.
