The Alpha Queen's Vengeful Return

Erasing Clues For A Wrong Turn

 
Kevin's Point of View
 
I knelt down at the same spot where Sabrina had fallen lastnight. I knew it was there because of the bloodstain on the ground. It wasdried already and had turned a darkish hue. And the smell of it was stillstrong.
Bad news was, where the heck was her body and the statue?
"Looks like we have a problem," my beta, Thomas,said as he walked to stand beside me.
"Yeah," I agreed. No body meant that she might nothave died. And there was the missing statue of her father. "She isn'there, and neither is the statue. What the heck happened?"
I had bodyguards coke along but I told them to stay somedistance away while Thomas and I revisited the Tweeds.
"Well, we should have waited for her to die. Confirm itand then leave. Then we could have been sure."
"There was no way she could have survived that,Thomas," I told him. "No way."
He nodded his agreement. "Yeah, I know. Now we have amystery on our hands as well. Find out where the heck her body is."
"You think someone moved it?" I asked.
"Sabrina could not have survived that. So this meanssomeone found her and moved her body."
"And the statue? You think the person took thattoo?"
Thomas didn't answer me. Instead he turned his face away andlooked around the place. Probably didn't have an answer to that. I mean, whywould someone take a dead body away and the statue as well? To me, it seemedthat whoever it was, must have some knowledge of who she was and what hadhappened that night. And I didn't think that was a good thing. I told Thomasabout what I thought and he was silent still.
"This was your idea, Thomas. Now, we have to deal withthe consequences."
Thomas looked at me. "We both knew what we were gettinginto, your majesty. And the fact that her body and the statue isn't here is ablessing in disguise."
"How?"
"If she was to be reported dead, then all fingers wouldpoint at you. Now, everyone just thinks she ran away. It is usual for a womanto do that when she is jilted. Everyone would know she went hysterical to thepoint that she took her father's statue with her."
"Well, that makes sense," I said, with a smile.
"So, we have nothing to worry about."
I looked around the place. Tweeds. One effing place to killsomeone. "Well, let's get out of here."
"What is that?" Thomas asked.
"What's what?" I asked without looking where hewas looking.
"That on the ground," he said, and pointed. Ifollowed his finger. Just beside some weeds, there was the glint of a bottle. Iremembered it, walked over and picked it up. The cap had been removed, and thebottle was empty.
"She drank it," I said. "She drank thesleeping drug. And it's at a different spot. What does this mean?"
"Either she effing rose from the dead herself,"Thomas said. "Or she had help."
 
***
 
Back at the palace, I called for an emergency meeting of thecouncil. It was made up of two men and a two women.
"Who is the spokesperson?" I asked.
They were quiet as they looked among themselves.
"Are you all deaf and dumb?" I snapped.
"We don't have a particular spokesperson for thiscouncil," said the one called Derek. "But if you are asking about theeldest, that would be me."
I chuckled. "You right? So, what do you people dohere?"
"Well, we present the deliberations of the day and youmake your decision on them."
"Alright. So do we have deliberations to talk abouttoday?"
"We do," he replied.
"Good. After here, I want you to send the laws to me. Ineed to go through them to see if there is any part that needs amendment."
They all looked surprised at what I said.
"What is the problem?" I wanted to know.
"You just came in and you want to read the law just toamend it?"
"I want to make things better in the pack. So I have tostart from there."
"And do you have any experience or degree regarding theamendment of laws?" asked the woman called Ana.
"We shall see about that," was my response."Now what do we have to talk about?"
"The statue of Brooke is gone," Derek said."And we have no idea who took it."
"Where was it?" I asked, as if I didn't know.
"In the garden," Ana said. "Has always beenthere."
"When did you notice it was gone?"
"This morning," Ana said. "Well, one of theguards noticed it and sounded the horn."
"Oh, I didn't hear that," I said.
"Well, his majesty just have been so tired with royalduties that he slept so long." And with the way she put much emphasis onroyal duties, I knew she was making a taunt of my sex time with Lara.
"Oh, were you next door?" I asked her, making sureI had a smirk on my face. Vanessa made a sound of kissing her teeth and I gotangry at that. "Look, if you can't seat at the same table with me in thissame hall, you should as well find jobs elsewhere. But what would you do? Thisis the best paying job you can get in Tweed pack, right?"
They said nothing.
I turned to Derek. "Now, tell me about that statuething again. Do we have tracks leading from its initial position?"
"No, we don't. Seemed as if a witch had just levitatedthat and taken it with her through the air."
"And how long have there be witches in Tweedpack?" Vanessa asked. "There haven't even been recent sightings inthe nearest forests."
"I agree," said the man named Clinton.
"Is there any other way it could have happened?" Iasked, needing to know what they knew.
"Someone could have carried it away," Vanessasaid. "I mean we are fast."
"Do you know how much it weighs?" I asked.
Silence. Then Derek said, "No, we don't."
"Then we can't tell if a werewolf like us can lift thatover their backs and take it away. So, we might have to start some witchhunting."
 
Sabrina's Point of View
 
I laid in my bed as the sun came up, till the time it wasstreaming though the window that I had opened a little during the night. It waseither me or that the house had some mysterious heating system somewhere belowthe ground.
My head was filled with so much thoughts that it seemedheavier than normal. So I just decided to lay down there till I could figureout what the heck had gone wrong with my life. My father had died at a very oldage, lived a great life himself, before telling me to take the mantle ofleadership from him. What I could not understand was why mine went a differentpath. Was it a crime to love? Were men really mean and heartless enough tobetray the one who loved them more than anything?
Yes, I loved Kevin Oates more than any other person living.The ones closest to me were already gone, so Kevin became my father, brother,best friend and lover.
Not anymore.
When I heard Peter's revelation last night, I could notbelieve it. So Kevin really wanted me out of his life permanently. The vial wasonly a trick to make my pain less painful and death more easier.
My stomach churned in horror at that thought and my legsfelt squishy to me. So I got up feeling aggravated, went out of the room,picked a random door on the right side of the lobby and began throwing thingsat the walls.
I saw Kevin right in front of me at every turn and I pickedup anything I could lay my hands on and just began smashing the rest of thefurniture.
I was at this for a while, then when I stopped and looked atwhat I had done, I was amazed at how much violence I could do.
"Should I be worried?"
I turned and Peter Devonshire was at the door, leaningagainst the doorframe. He folded his arms across his chest and his head wasinclined at a diagonal angle.
I dropped the piece of broken wood in my hand. "Ijust.. Sorry."
"Don't apologize. I did this during my first decade ofbeing cursed. That's why this part of the hall is neglected."
I looked at him in surprise. "You broke thingstoo?"
"Yeah. When I was frustrated, and when I experiencedpain in my veins. Have you ever felt your veins popping inside your bodybefore?"
I shook my head.
"They just tear up like someone pierced a needle in andflipped it up. So, I break things to balance the pain. Then I heal and it'sbeddy bye."
"You sleep it off?"
"I have to. It reduces the trauma."
We stood there, looking at each other. Like broken people,and I wondered if there was a way we could find comfort in each other's painand discomfort. Probably none.
Suddenly, he said, "You hungry?"
"What is the time?"
Without looking at his watch, he answered, "Sevenminutes past nine."
"Are we having venison again?"
"No," he said, and the corners of his mouth wentup. "Rabbit meat. After breakfast, there is something I have to showyou?"
"What's that?" I requested.
And he said, "A lot of evil."