ZEDKIEL.
I donât know what she wants from me. Blistering rage rushes through me and I clench my jaw, my eyes flashing. How dare sheâ¦
Iâm trying. Trying to show her that Iâm on her side, but she canât even share something so simple as what sheâll ask the Oracle. I have told her everything! We were meant to be in this together.
I punch the wall, feeling the pain jar up my arm, but Iâm far too angry to care. What more do I f*****g need to do? I get that Iâm not the ideal husband or Alpha⦠but Iâve tried, Iâve tried so f*****g hard with her.
I growl, making the guards who stand outside our door flinch.
âA-alpha⦠if you are to leave, we must accompany you.â One of them says bravely. I almost sneer. Dad placed his most trusted and, in his eyes, his bravest and strongest guards here because I doubt anyone much wanted to even do this job. Being around me is something theyâre all afraid of, and donât trust⦠just like she doesnât trust me.
She might act like she does and for a short moment I thought the f*****g same, but she doesnât trust me. Is it because she almost died? But that wasnât anything to do with me⦠Well, it did to the extent Iâm certain itâs me they want out of this raceâ¦
I run a hand down my face, trying to control myself. I walk down the hall, heading to our quarters. I need to just clear my f*****g head.
One of the guards follows and although I know itâs f*****g protocol for out-of-tournament hours, it irks me. I enter our quarters and head to the bedroom, not caring when he follows, and I go to the small fridge that stands to the side. I cast him a cold glare, and he bows his head.
âSorry Alpha Zedkiel⦠I have to followâ¦â
I grab a bottle of b***d ignoring him, although the dark colour of the bottle disguises that its b***d I still didnât like him around. Not everyone knows what I am⦠I head into the bathroom slamming the door shut. behind me. I down the full bottle of b***d, leaving it on the sink as I stare in the mirror, my eyes returning to normal.
Did the strange state I saw her in, in the water, have anything to do with what the Shadow Wolf told me in the Chamber of Truth? Should I go down to the chamber again? I know itâs not somewhere that you are allowed to return to⦠Each royal is only allowed to venture down there once, itâs said that no one can survive a second period in the chamber but why do I feel there must be some answers there. Whatâs to lose? The worst that will happen is Iâll die, and I donât think a cave with some kind of entity possessing it can kill meâ¦
Sheâs my mate, so why does she see me killing her and why did the Wolf say she will be the one to destroy us all?
I need answers and although I will ask the Oracle, but I will also go to the chamberâ¦
Feeling calmer after that drink, the idea of a run is appealing, but I donât want to leave her alone in the castle, not after whatâs just happened, even if she is f*****g pisssing me off.
I strip, deciding to take a shower before I return.
Once Iâm done, I wrap a towel around my waist and enter the bedroom. Although Iâm calmer, Iâm still irritated with her refusal to share her question for the Oracle with me. It still stung. Maybe Iâm just acting like a f*****g sore loserâ¦
Sheâs my mate though⦠mineâ¦
I glare at the guard. âGet out.â I snarl. He bows his head and seems to hesitate, and I know heâs mindlinking someone. After a moment, he steps out and I pull open my closet. Stepping inside, I pull on some boxers, sweatpants, and a t-shirt.
I need to head backâ¦
Turning, I put on some slippers, heading out of my room when I pause, glancing at my office door.
That phone I found⦠whose is it? I glance at the slightly ajar door that leads to the hall. The guard is leaning against the wall, but he isnât paying attention to me. Quietly, I slip into my office, going over to my desk drawer. I pull it open and pick the phone up. Itâs definitely not mine⦠The way it was inside the sofa, not under it, makes me feel as if someone planted it there.
Was it placed there to spy on me or something? I donât think so⦠A sudden thought comes to me and my stomach twists.
Is it Evangelineâs?
My heartâs racing as I switch it on, glancing at the door. If Iâm caught with a phone, Iâll be kicked from the tournament. I pick up a file to cover the phone, just in case someone does come in, and I look at the screen thatâs now switched on and loaded with apps. The phone flashes as several messages pop up on the screen.
All the messages are from the same sender. S, thatâs all it says, I click on the chat and skim through the messages.
âAngel â I miss you, letâs meet.â
âAngel talk to me.â
âI care for you, only you. Iâm going to get you out of there.â
âHow can you marry him, Angel?â
âI know I havenât done anything yet, but I promise, just like we discussed, I will get you out of there. Iâm already planning a way to help you escape. Soon you wonât need to pretend to be ok with him anymore.â
âI know you still want me, Angel.
My b***d runs cold as I stare at the last message.
She had planned to escape with him⦠I know who these messages were from â Sinclair. There may not be even one reply from Evangeline⦠but she had this phone. She had planned to escape with his help. That much is clearâ¦
If I was angry before, I donât know what I am feeling now. The inferno of rage and hatred within me is blinding suffocating even.
How dare sheâ¦
I stand up, shoving the phone into my pocket before I leave the office and our quarters heading back to our temporary quarters. I see red.
Maybe I should have left her to f*****g die.
I hate people like her.
I slam the door open to see the room is empty. My eyes snap to the bathroom door.
Turning, I lock the bedroom door before I walk to the bathroom door. I try the handle, itâs unlockedâ¦
Time to get some answers.
I push the door open, my gaze falling on the woman in the shower. Sheâs running her fingers through her soapy hair; her eyes are closed and soap suds are trailing down her delicious curves.
Sheâs a fake⦠She used her charm to seduce me, her innocent actions to make me feel she was good.
She can try to act as f*****g innocent as she wants, but in the end, it comes down to the fact that she still met up with Sinclair, somewhere, somehow, and was planning her escape. I approach her and she tenses, realising Iâm there. Her heart pounds as she cracks her eyes open, not wanting the shampoo to get into them.
âZ-Zedkiel.â She whispers, and Iâm satisfied when I see the fear in her eyes as she looks me straight in the eye.
âLittle Mouse.â I say sinisterly before I smirk. âOr should I say Snake?â
Her eyes fill with confusion. What an excellent actress she isâ¦.
âWhat do you m-mean?â She whispers about to wash the soap thatâs dangerously near her eyes when I grab her arm and push her against the wall.
âYour game is over.â I growl, my eyes blazing red.
âY-Youâre hurting me, what game?â She whimpers when the soap gets into her eyes but I donât move, not caring that my claws are digging into her upper arms, or that the shampoo is stinging her eyes. The scent of her b***d is ever so enticing, and I growl menacingly, grabbing her throat.
âI found it.â I whisper dangerously.
âF-found what?â She asks so f*****g innocently.
âThat phone that your precious Sinclair gave to you.â I sneer.
Her face changes, losing all colour as she begins trembling as she shakes her head vigorously. Trying to deny what her face already gave away.
If there was a small part of me trying to justify her innocence, itâs now gone⦠because before me, is a woman who looks the picture of pure guilt.
Heâs dead.
âN-No Zedkiel, listen to me! That phone â he gave it to me but-â
âSo you did meet up with him without my permission?â I snarl. âIâm going to rip him to shreds, and since you want him so f*****g much, you can bathe in his flesh and b***d. Iâll bring you his car3ss or whateverâs f*****g remaining of it when Iâm done.â
Her face changes to one of fear and I know she knows I mean it because I do.
Iâm going to kill him and then⦠then Iâll kill her.
Iâm done trying to be good.
I will make it f*****g rain b***d.