It was Alexandria.
Her familiar yet repulsive voice jolted me back to reality, prompting me to forcefully shrug her away.
Without a shred of mercy, I pushed her away forcefully, causing Alexandria to stumble and fall to the ground.
I regarded her coldly, demanding, âAlexandria, did you do that intentionally?â
âWhat?â Alexandria seemed perplexed, her innocent facade faltering.
âAlpha, I donât understand what youâre implying.
â
She didnât understand?
Huh.
I squatted down and grabbed her chin firmly as I interrogated her without emotion.
âDonât pretend ignorance with me.
Did you intentionally say those things earlier to deceive Debra about our relationship?â
Leaning in closer, my tone turning harsher, I accused, âAlexandria, youâre incredibly calculating.
Was your intention to get close to me and become the next Luna from the beginning?â
Perhaps my approach was too harsh, as tears welled in Alexandriaâs eyes.
âAlpha, youâve misunderstood.
â She shook her head vigorously, scrambling to defend herself.
âI never harbored such intentions.
My words were merely an attempt to be truthful to Luna.
Did I utter any falsehoods?â
I narrowed my gaze, scrutinizing her further.
Alexandria remained composed, her expression devoid of panic.
âAlpha, I swear, I never had any intention of becoming the next Luna.
The confusion arose only from that Alphaâs drunken mistake, and itâs natural for Luna to feel upset momentarily.
Simply clarify the situation to her, and everything will be fine.
â
Releasing her chin, I cautioned, âYou better be honest.
If I discover any hidden agendas, I wonât hesitate to inflict severe consequences.
Youâll endure unimaginable suffering.
â
âALL right.
â
Alexandria nodded timidly, seemingly intimidated by my warning.
I scoffed dismissively, ignoring her as I stood up to leave.
Debraâs POV:
On our way back to the witch clan, tears flowed silently down my cheeks, a river of sorrow held back by a thin dam of restraint.
The desire to release torrents of screams out was overwhelming.
My husbandâs betrayal, etched into my heart like a scar, echoed through my thoughts.
Yet, the presence of someone else compelled me to cloak my suffering in a veil of silence.
Silently, my tears continued their relentless descent, tracing down my cheeks until my reserve of tissues dwindled to naught.
Gazing upon the discarded tissues, each a tangible testament to the depth of my despair, I felt the weight of sadness deepen within me.
My purpose in facing Caleb was to seek understanding, unraveling the tangled threads of our shared history, in the hope of forging a path forward.
Yet, within the chambers of my heart, I harbored two divergent possibilities: a reunion steeped in joy and the revival of our past bond, or a graceful departure with my children, severing ties never to be rekindled.