Gabriel flung the gun to the ground and turned, only to find ten or eleven beta hunters already on their knees, trembling and begging for mercy.
His gaze shifted to Karmen, who appeared shaken but unscathed.
"Answer my questions truthfully," Gabriel commanded, "and I may consider sparing you all, unlike this one," he added, nodding toward the lifeless body sprawled on the floor.
The man at the center stammered, "W-we hunt betas... down."
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. "Why?" he asked sharply. "Aren’t you all wolves yourselves?"
The man swallowed hard. "We were cast aside... deemed useless by our pack. So we joined an organization that hunts betas. Please, Your Highness, spare us. We swear we won’t ever do this again."
"Who created this organization?" Gabriel asked.
The man on his knees trembled under Gabriel’s intense gaze. "W-we call him Master, Your Highness. None of us have ever seen his face. We’re only given tasks... and paid to carry them out."
Gabriel’s expression darkened. "And where does this ’Master’ reside?"
"In... in the capital," the man stuttered.
Gabriel’s jaw clenched at the revelation. ’The capital? Why is every activity happening there?’
’Denzel, are you near?’ Gabriel mindlinked his gamma.
’Just arrived, Alpha,’ came the response as Denzel stepped out of the vehicle.
Denzel appeared moments later, leading a squad of warriors as they filed into the dimly lit gambling centre. The hunters, still prostrate on the floor, scrambled to their feet and threw themselves at Gabriel’s feet.
"Please, Your Highness, forgive us this time!" they implored.
But Gabriel did not acknowledge their pleas. He turned away, his attention shifting to Karmen, who was leaning against a nearby pillar.
"I’ll see you later," he whispered to Denzel. Then, he vanished with Karmen.
Making Karmen sit on the hospital bed, the doctor stepped forward to tend his wounds.
Gabriel excused himself and went to the washroom. As he washed the blood from his hands, the thought of having such strange groups within the kingdom bothered him.
He pulled his hands back and dried them under the automatic dryer. Just then, his phone rang.
"Amelie," Gabriel murmured, seeing her name flash across the screen. He answered the call and brought the phone to his ear as he stepped out of the washroom.
"Is Karmen fine?" Amelie asked with concern.
"Yes. I’m at the hospital now. He got a minor injury. Nothing serious," Gabriel replied. "Don’t fret. Everything is under control."
"Okay."
Once the call ended, Gabriel walked back to Karmen’s room. He stood near the doorway, waiting until the doctor finished tending to him.
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