The Real Culprit

Emma's POV

"What is this?"

"Oh my God, she looks exactly like Emma."

The banquet today was a rollercoaster ride for the guests. They were all looking amused by what I was presenting them.

I sneaked a glance at the Alpha who was still near the mic stand. He wasn't making a single sound but there was obvious confusion and disbelief on his face. I smirked to myself, that was what I wanted.

I went to the assassin and signaled at the guards to loosen her.

I said, "This is Rosary Flint, a small-time rogue assassin. She is the real culprit."

"Is this… true? Are you the one who stabbed me that night?" Stella fell back a few steps and landed in Draven's arms.

When Rosary was silent even after all this, Draven finally stepped in. In his authoritative Alpha tone, he asked, "She is asking you something. Did you do it?"

Rosary shivered a little by his intimidating tone, I knew that my work was done here. I crossed my arms and joined Alex and Natalie at the corner.

"Answer at once." Alpha Draven