[SAMANTHA's Point of View]
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
I was still in shock, and my heart was racing as I looked at my mate—my husband! He was here! He looked for me. He was limping, and my heart sank when I saw that long, stitched wound on his back.
As much as I wanted to ask what happened, all his focus was on Ethan, still sitting on the concrete, filthy floor. I could feel his terror as he was forced to look back at Dominic. He was trembling to the bones, and I didn't know if I enjoyed watching him pee on his pants while being interrogated by my mate or felt awful because he was still my best friend even after he almost got me killed and tortured for many days.
“P-Please don't kill me, Alpha. I just did what I had to,” he pleaded as he grimaced. His ribcage must be healing already, and the process must be excruciating. “It's the only way I can save Samantha! Believe me!”