I was led out of the dungeon with both warriors on my side. We were almost at the entrance that led out of the dungeon when Killian’s huge figure approached us.
Everyone stiffened, bowing to him. His dark eyes were solely on me, scorching my very soul.
“Leave us!” He ordered, his tone cold and his gaze lifeless. Allen, Rowan, and the other warrior exited from where Killian came from, leaving just my mate and me.
I pressed my lips to speak, but Killian moved faster. His hands gripped my shoulder, pressing me against the wall. It was a firm yet gentle hold on my body. His face inches closer to mine, his eyes peering right into my soul as if wanting to pry the answers from my very soul.
I watched him with teary eyes. “Killian, please believe me. I wasn’t the one who shot at you.”
He seemed to be studying me carefully. “Then who did?” He asked in a hushed whisper. Even though his lips were inches away from mine, I clung to my sanity. I need it now more than ever.
“There was another man. He had the mark of –“
He cut me off roughly. “Enough with that lie. There’s no way one of my own would try to take my life knowing they’d meet the same fate as me if something bad happened.” Killian wasn’t yelling, but his words held rage and irrefutable frustration.
The same frustration that began to eat through me. This wasn’t the first time I heard a repeat of Killian’s words. A ranking member uttered similar words as well. How would everyone suffer the same fate if something were to happen to Killian? And how is Thea involved in all of this?
Killian must have noticed I zoned out on him. His large thumb pulled my face to him.
“Tell me the truth now. Why on earth, Sheila? Why would you even think of murdering me?” I saw the pain and rage that flashed in his eyes. But I wasn’t liking my situation anymore than he was.
“Anyone who dared attempt what you did would have had his head ripped out the second he was caught. Why did you have to put me in such a situation to choose between you and… ” He paused, his broken stare holding mine. I waited for his words, but nothing came. Only a careless sigh escaped his lungs.
“Why do you think I tried to murder you? Yes, I despise you and that whore, but believe me, I’m incapable of murdering, especially my own mate. Killian, I swear I didn’t do it. ” I began sobbing. “Someone else was there. I didn’t see his face, but he was the one that shot that arrow.”
“How on earth do you expect me to believe you? I didn’t see any other person there.”
“You have to. Because he had the Crescent mark on his wrist, he was a member of this pack,” I repeated my words, sincerely praying to the moon goddess that he believed me.
I couldn’t tell the meaning of the look he held. But Killian kept staring at me, then slowly shook his head, releasing me from his hold.
“For your actions, Sheila Callaso, you will be confined in your room until the Pack’s court and I come to a decision on what to do with you.”
With one last glance, he left me. Allen and the warriors returned and led me back to my chamber. I await my fate.
Sheila’s point of view
I was left alone in my chamber, crippling to the floor. The door suddenly clicked open, I lifted my head up to find Morgan at the door. The tears that I had imprisoned rushed out forcefully, before I could stop myself, I was up on my feet racing to him. Instantly falling into his arms.
Morgan engulfed me, his hands holding me firmly, as more tears escaped my eyes.
When I got much control of my emotions, my blue eyes pulled to meet him.
“I really didn’t do it…” I counted my words, hoping someone at least believes me.
Morgan remained silent, his silence shattering my heart. He was the only one I had hope in.
Quietly, he led me to my bed. I was seated and Morgan crouched before me. His bright emerald green irises were indecipherable just like his brother.
Morgan picked my trembling hands in his, holding my stare seriously. “Tell me everything that happened,” he said, pausing. “Every single detail Sheila.”
I held onto his hands like I was holding on to my life. I really needed someone to believe my words. Otherwise, there will be no way to prove my innocence. I couldn’t send a word to my father, he hasn’t even visited me since he deliberately handed me out to his enemy.
I sucked in my tears. Slowly, I narrated everything to Morgan, not leaving out any details.
As soon as I was done, Morgan was up, pacing back and forth. I had no idea what was running through his mind.
After a minute of silence, I asked him. “Please Morgan, tell me you at least believe me.”
He could see the brokenness of my voice. He stopped moving. His eyes pierced deep into my soul, before sighing. “Of course, I do believe you.”
A sigh of relief gushed from my lips. I couldn’t stop myself from running into his arms again.
Morgan pulled me back to the bed. He crouched again before me, taking hold of my hands. “But the situation is very serious, the court is demanding you get punished for what you did –“
I cut him off, sharply. “What do they think I did?”
Morgan nodded. “They want you to get the punishment for your actions for attempting to murder Killian and Thea. And you know what the punishment will be.”
“Death,” I replied, burying my hands in my silky brown hair.
Did Killian also want that? Does he really want me dead as well?
“They are all furious, mostly because if anything had happened to either Killian or Thea then all of us would suffer the same fate,” He said calmly, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I’ve heard this for the third time today.
“Suffer the same fate? What do you mean?” I asked.
Morgan looked taken aback by my question. He averted my gaze and was up on his feet, resuming stalking the floors.
“That’s not important right now. We need to get you out of this mess.”
He was right. Getting me out of this mess was more important than anything else. My life was on the line.
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