My body goes rigid with shock as I take in the scene in front of me. It's only after a few seconds that the realizations of the horror before me sinks and my throat finally opens up. And so I scream. My feet take me back instinctively as the blood curling sound emits from me. With another step, my knees give out under me and I collapse onto the floor in a helpless heap. That's when I hear the footsteps behind me as the ladies rush in. I can't tear my eyes off the body but I hear the very audible gasp behind me as they take in the sight. And simultaneously, a couple of them let out shrill, traumatized screeches while I hear retching sounds from another group. Everyone is just as shocked as I am. Lying down there in a heap of the red fabric of her dress is Regina, and her neck is bent at an awkward angle. Her skin and lips are tinged blue, a clear indication that she was poisoned. But that's not all. Her neck has also been broken and I'm pretty sure that I see a piece of white something
I lay my head on his chest and his arms wrap tighter around me in comfort. This is all I've wanted all day. For him to hold me and let me show the most vulnerable, affection seeking side of me. I'm tired of putting up the strong facade, I really am. “How do you feel now?”. He whispers. I think about how I feel first before I reply. “I'm restless. Calm….but restless”. He plants a kiss on my forehead lovingly. I continue. “I just feel like…. something isn't right. This whole situation really seems off….and eerily familiar”. “Hey….”. He holds me at arm's length and looks me in the eye. “....we are going to get to the bottom of this, I promise you, baby”. I let a small smile spread on my lips. Of course he makes everything better, I trust him. “The detective will want to talk to you. Are you fine with that?”. “Totally”. I say with a little sigh. “I'll help in any way I can to ensure that we get to the bottom of this”. “He should be here soon. We should meet him outside”. I hesitate
At the end of the interrogation, I'm shaking. I head towards my room, wrapping my robe tighter around my body as I make my way through the halls. My ears roar, the omegas greet me when I pass them by but I'm not even capable of replying. When I get to my room, I slam the door shut and collapse onto the nearest settee. My hands shake on my thighs and I have to physically restrain them to stop. The detective didn't even have to say much, I figured exactly where he was headed. He thinks I have something to do with the murders. As much as I think about it, it does seem peculiar? Why does this kind of stuff only happen around me, the first and second time. Could that just be a mere coincidence? I think back to when I was poisoned and I realize that nothing is really a mistake or a coincidence in this place. This is the eerie feeling I've been having all along that I couldn't put a finger on, the fact that these things keep happening around me. The detective merely did his job and if I'm be
I head towards Draaven's room, the blood roaring in my veins. Adrian's words echo in my head, her name was Lilly. She was his first mate and his first love, I look very much like her and he's only like this with me because I remind him of her. I try to tell myself that he's lying, that's what Adrian does best after all. But the more I repeat the words in my head, the more they make sense. Being called a cheap replacement so many times….it all makes sense now. Perhaps I should let it go. He has been nothing short of loving to me, the past doesn't matter. But even as I say those words, I don't believe myself. I need to know, I need to hear from him if all of this is true. I burst into his quarters without knocking and I see that he's in a meeting with Luca. They are seated around his center table and there's a map of the territory between them. He looks up as I enter and I see it on his face when he immediately notices that something is wrong. “We'll continue this tomorrow”. He says a
I kiss him back desperately, clawing at his tie to get to his skin faster. I need him, I need his touch. He's not going easy either as his arms snakes around my waist to pulls me up. With one hand, he carries me to the bedroom, not once breaking the kiss. I do the honours of undoing his buttons one by one and when his shirt finally comes off, my palms splay on the scarred skin of his chest, loving the rough feel of him. He throws me down on the bed and I scramble back to make space for him while he in turn, undoes the zipper of his pants. The hem of my nightdress has hiked all the way up my legs, baring the flimsy thong I'm wearing underneath. He lowers his body onto the bed and begins to trail the most feather light kisses on my body. He starts with my neck and progressively makes his way down, darting his tongue across all the sensitive parts of my body that he's aware of. I rest both of my legs on his shoulders, giving him the perfect view of every inch of my thigh and legs. He con
I walk into the executive meeting the next day in high spirits. The last time something like this happened, I definitely didn't feel this way and that's because I didn't have Draaven on my side then. Knowing that he's with me now, I genuinely feel like he might be my anchor after all. I could walk into a den of enemies if I have him by my side. When I enter, the council of elders get up to their feet and bow, grudgingly if I may add. A lot of people in this pack seem to have accepted my presence by now but this council might just be toughest. Without saying a word, I can tell that they are still not open to me in any way. I settle into the seat by right of the head chair and wait for Draaven. When he steps in with Luca, we all get up to our feet and bow accordingly too. He has his game face on but that doesn't intimidate me one bit anymore. Instead, it warms my heart to know that the sweet soft part of him is reserved for only me. As he walks past my seat, it comes as a surprise when
I feel the attention of everyone in the room turn to me and for a moment, I wish the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I glance at Draaven from my peripheral vision and he doesn't seem to have any reaction. For some weird reason, I'm scared to look him in the eye. I swivel my seat to face the image that are being projected. “Yes, detective”. “We are aware that you were present on both occasions. Please can you tell us what you were doing in this locations each time?”. I want to speak at first but my throat is so unnecessarily dry that I can barely get a word. Out of everyone here, I only care about one person's opinions the most and he's the one person I can't bring myself to look in the eye. I clear my throat roughly and pretend to think. “In the first case, I had gone to the children welfare centre with a team to oversee the activities and ensure that the children were actually being taken care of. My brother in-law would agree with me on that. We all went together
“With that, I'd like to pronounce the Luna as the prime suspect in the murder cases of Miss Euli and Mrs. Regina”. The room goes so silent that you can hear a pin drop. I stare into the table in front of me, feeling a mix of embarrassment, frustration and anger. Just when I thought things were beginning to settle, just when I could finally feel a bit of normalcy in this place, loving and being loved and accepted, this just had to happen. “Detective…..”. One of the elders calls, one of the ones who don't really care about me but aren't bent on bringing me down either. “You know you can't really make accusations like that without sufficient evidence. Strange things might have trailed the Luna's prescence but that doesn't necessarily link her to any of these murders. All of the things you listed above are merely circumstantial”. “I'm working on finding sufficient evidence, my Lord. Everything will be ready very soon”. “I….am not the one who killed them”. I say between gritted teeth, s