Chapter 10
ISAICS POV
If you think you understand my shock or my wretchedness, think again. I put my blood into caring for Irene, to making her want met
So today was supposed to be a perfect day, a day of bliss. My Irene was supposed to get her wings, now she has claws and canines! If this isn’t a nightmare, if this is real, life just gave me a hard kick in the ass
The girl I have been pampering, waiting for the day she will phase and smell like my mate, is now curled up in front of Tony’s cell door after shifting back to her human form! She is a werewolf and he is her mate!
How can Goddess Israel punish me so cruelly?! What atrocious crime had I committed to deserve to be punished so mercilessly.
“No one is punishing you, my dear Prince. Irene was always a werewolf, she chose to hide it so she would be Queen”
I didn’t know I had spoken aloud until Doreen’s voice answers my question.
“What!”
There are tears in my eyes and I can’t look up at her, my ego is already bruised enough. I feel her hand on my shoulder.
“She phased the night of her eighteenth birthday, I heard her growl in her room. But she kept it a secret since then Doreen whispers in my hear
“And she chose to shift today? Right in front of everyone?!”
“She didn’t choose, I put a hormone stimulant in her drink. Irene confesses, not a hint of regret in her voice. I remember how she had burst in laughter in the hall when Irene growled.
“You put it in my mate’s drink during her birthday!!“ i snarl.
“Yes” She snaps daring to look me right in the face “She deserved it for what she and her minions did to Sarah! I am sorry to say it but that monster deserves worse!”
What can she be talking about? Why do new, terrible things keep popping up!
“Lock that thing up!” I hear my father roar.
Guards rush to execute his orders. They grab Irene and drag her into a cell. I don’t say a word. My heart have been shattered into a million pieces. This is the worst version of betrayalı
“Don’t you dare pity her! She murdered your mate!” Doreen yells at me. That makes me snap from my destructive thoughts.
“What did you say!!” I ask, taking hold of her arm so she doesn’t take off running like last me.
“There is a chance she is still alive, somewhere no one knows. But even if she is, she will be in a very bad condition. Doreen says, seeming not so sure of what she is letting out
“The pack prophetess foresaw that Irene would be my mater
“Yet she herself sent Tony to rescue Sarah from being execused Doreen counters. That knocks air out of my chest. “If you ask me, I think she realized Sarah was the one that was going to turn into an angel. But it was too late because you wouldn’t listen to anyone!”
“You’re mad! Isn’t Sarah the girl that shifted and attacked Trener
“Sarah couldn’t shift you idiot! She didn’t have a wolf! trene and her friends faked the attack!” She says, again managing to shock me enough to make me stumble back.
“That morning I heard those three vixens ordering Sarah to go get trene wild flowers. They said she had to get them when it was dark and not daytime. Philly was to escort her to the forest. Sarah did as they said, she was a poor servant. No, servants gets paid, they don’t get beaten and insulted! Sarah was her sister’s slave, became you approved it” Doreen carries on with her bitter lecture.
That can’t be it! How could I have been such a fool?! I hate how her statements make sense.
Everything about that attack had seemed fishy. Like Irene’s bruises, there is no way she got those from wolf claws. I acted so fast after hearing her scream, yet the so called her–sister’s–monster–wolf was already gone within the seconds it took me to get to Irene’s room.
ེ་མན་ཨཞི
Seeing Irene bruised and crying enraged me. I acted like a blind man. Because if I had been thinking right, Sarah didn’t seem like she had attacked
anyone.
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Chapter 10
She sounded miserable when she was calling out Philly’s name. Said something about flowers but my fury wasn’t allowing me to care at the time.
If she had attacked Irene, she would have took off when she saw me. Instead, she ran to me, saying she was lost and scared.
d I was too
She had been set up, and I was too stupid to see it! I hurt an innocent, abused girl!
Irene was a werewolf, apparently, a devilish one. That’s why she didn’t smell like my mate, that’s why she used to cringe in my arms.
Did the Prophetess make a mistake!! Could it be true what Doreen just said I would rather die than be the fool that had been cheated to killing
their mate.
I should have trusted my sense of smell, I should have listened to the part of me that doubted Irene’s character.
“Find that old woman! She must explain this?” I hear father roaring orders. He is outraged
Everyone has gathered in the Palace court house. I wanted to fly away from everyone to a lonely place were I can be miserable alone. But I also wanted to hear what Irene’s grandmother has to say regarding the horror that just revealed itself right in front of everyone.
Can she even have a logical explanation? Everyone had trusted her talent, believed in all she said would happen. I and the whole pack took care of Irene for years because she had foresaw her being my mate.
The girl you named as Isaic’s mate just turned into a werewolf while you hide away! You knew about this! How could you do this to my son!” Mother scolds the old lady seated at the centre of the room. A thousand angry eyes are glaring at her.
“If you give me time to explain what has been happening, then you will realise it was not my fault. The woman replies, unfussed.
“Please go ahead, you may save your head if you at all have anything sensible!” Father mutters. He has always been a good king, but even he can get indignant. What happened in that hall was unfathomable for everyone. But it was devastating for me.
my
Not to mention my parents have been waiting for my marriage so they can finally hand over the kingdom to me. I had declined to take father’s place as King before finding my Queen and marrying her.
“Everything was right about my reading, I had seen your son’s marriage, it was a dazzling ceremony. The girl’s parents were there with you, and they were none other than Irene’s parents. I saw Isale play with his newly wed wife. He was spinning her in the air and I couldn’t clearly tell if it was Irene or Sarah. She starts. That’s makes my stomach twist, trene is a werewolf, Sarah is dead!
“The girls were little at the time, a lot smaller than the girl in the wedding dress. But Irene was the lovely, the confident and lovable one. Unlike her sister, Irene was playful and cheeky. Sarah always avoided people, wanted to work with her parents more and was totally a dull child. So I made reasonable assumption, because at the time, Irene seemed the better of the sisters, But- Father cuts her short
“Both your granddaughters are werewolves, none is an angel!“
“That’s not true. I met Irene the first day of the party, she was rude but she did confess to me that she had phased in her eighteenth birthday but kept it a secret. What worried her most however was the fact that her sister whom she had made her servant was yet to phase. She was scared that Sarah would phase during her nineteenth birthday and become the angel. I realized right then that I had made a mistake when I assumed Irene to be the future angel. I wanted to inform your son immediately but Irene swore to have my head cut off if she even suspected I had opened my mouth. She also promised to get rid of her sister, like permanently. She and her friends faked that stupid attack. I did my best to save Sarah, bur my best wasn’t enough since at the time, everyone only listened to Irene. She answers.
“Are you saying that my son’s mate is the dead girl?!!” Mother exclaims in horror.
I can’t utter a word, I am appalled by the woman’s confession. I had smelled Sarah’s scent when I confronted her in that forest. Her face looked too innocent for a coldblooded killer, but I wanted to believe Irene, the one the prophetess had foresaw being my mate. So I hurt my true mate for a crime she had not committed, I watched an angry mob land heavy blows on her while she screamed at me to make it stop.
I glared at her instead, until I thought it was necessary to have Irene approve her death first. Yeah, I gave the devil the mandate to decide the fate of an angel, what did I expect!
I didn’t even question Irene’s personality for wanting her own sister dead. Well, part of me did, but I wanted to still please Irene, a devil in sheep’s
Sarah’s unique fragrance was even more prominent the day I visited her cell. She lay on the cold floor looking almost dead. She was in so much pain that she couldn’t say a single word even when we insulted her, accused her of things she had not done.
It made me angry that she could smell so incredibly sweet while my mate’s odour was almost revolting
