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Chapter 9: The Reality
"Well, seeing that we have remarkable hearing, we just by coincidence overheard the conversation between that detective—what's his name again?—and one of his police friend. Seems like there were clues on the body that lead them to a suspect…"
For a moment there, I stopped breathing. "And—?"
"It's you,"
I sat in a straight-backed chair at a small, scarred table in the interrogation room. Oh, sorry, interview room. That's what that Detective Sergeant Eric Sanderson and his mates called this room that smelled like stale sweat and cigarettes.
Detective Sergeant Eric Sanderson sat right across me with his arms folded on the table. He looks like someone in his mid-thirties, or he could be younger than he looks with razor short black hair and eyes as dark as his hair. He was dark, even darker than my tan skin tone. Maybe an inch over six foot five with bulging muscles, he looked like the duplicated Vern all over again. His voice however, wasn't as intimidating as his looks.
"Now, Miss Morgan, will you please go over it just one more time for me?"
I sighed deeply; I have been here for the past three hours explaining the same thing over and over again to him and his fellow police friends, and yet they still refused to digest in my explanation. Hah, trust them to trust the words of a murder suspect.
"Like I've said for the billionth time the past three hours I'm in here, I was at a friend's hotel room on Friday night as I have an interview with them. I wasn't expecting them as I thought it would be some other tourist looking for tour guides. I needed the part-time job so I took this one in."
"Yes, yes; I've heard this as much as you've said it, Miss Morgan." I glared at him half wishing that my eyes could burn a hole in his head. "What I really want to know is where were you during the morning before you went to this 'interview'?"
He made the interview sound like some horny porn job I'm taking on and it sure didn't help on making me any more annoyed. I moved in my seat, "I told you, I slept through the whole morning. I work the night shift at The Bar—I'm sure you know where it is—so I was pretty much knocked out the whole day. I didn't even wake up 'til mid-afternoon."
"Is there anyone to testify to that?" Sergeant Sanderson wrote something on a notepad he brought in a couple of hours ago.
Anybody smart enough would have noticed that I was fuming with anger and impatience; I'm tired and I was treated like a piece of shit so yeah, this nice gentleman here will have to receive my out roar. "Sergeant, with all due respect, I'm sure you're doing a fabulous job and really take this job of yours seriously; but I'm tired, I haven't had anything to drink since I came here and I'm sure not even your criminals were treated like this."
The sergeant looked at me in the eye and I met his. He sighed and stood up, "Yes, I'm sorry; I'll go get a coffee for you."
I raised my hand, "No, don't bother; I just want to go home."
"I'm afraid that's impossible."
"And why is that so?" I asked, my voice an octave higher. Sergeant Sanderson scratched the back of his head, as if thinking of a right way to put his words straight.
"Do you have a lawyer? Aren't you going to get one?" he asked as he sat back down at the chair.
I folded my arms across my chest, "I don't have a lawyer and I don't see why I'd need one. I've told you; I'm innocent."
"Every murderer says they are innocent, Miss Morgan."
I stood up with my both of my hands raised to the air, "Fine, I'll go call someone to bail me out of here."
"That won't work either; I'm not letting people bail you out." Sergeant Sanderson stood up with me; he was taller than me so much more that I had to back up a little to look at him in the eye.
"You're really sure I'm the one, isn't it?" I hissed through gritted teeth.
He looked a little taken aback and frowned, "Well, the evidence says—"
"The evidence or the clues? Detective Sergeant Eric Sanderson, if I'm not mistaken, you found clues left behind that point at me as the killer. Clues are not evidence, sergeant; that does not make me the killer."
He was silent for a while, his expression showing that I had hit the right nerve and he is now doubtful of his actions. He was about to say something when the door opened. Sergeant Eric looked as if he were about to bark at the intruder but stopped when the policeman stuttered, "Sir, her lawyer is here…"
I frowned; I don't remember calling anybody, not to mention a lawyer. Sergeant Sanderson looked as puzzled as I do, but walked out of the room tailed by the policeman. He came back in a moment later, looking flustered.
"You're free to go," he said through gritted teeth, as if unpleased that I was off the hook. I stood up and followed him out to the front. There I saw the person I least expected.
"I hope you're not giving my client any hard time, Sergeant Sanderson,"
People would call that an artificial smile, I would say that looks like the smile a predator would give to his prey. Dominic narrowed his eyes at me and I looked away. The sergeant grumbled, "If it is not because you were friends with the chief, I wouldn't have let her off this easily."
Dominic kept his smile on all times, "Oh, I am sure she is as innocent as she looks,"
Sergeant Sanderson huffed once more before leaving us. The police behind the desk asked Dominic to sign some forms before allowing us to leave. I was about to go to my car when Dominic pulled at my hand. I shrieked in surprise at Dominic's cold touch.
"Geez, you're loud!" Dominic's grip on my hand tightens and I hissed in pain.
"Let go! That hurts!"
Dominic smirked at me, "You have no manners at all, do you? After so many years, I'd thought that at least you'd learn to have some manners."
"Thank you, than. Now, will you let go of my hand?" I said through gritted teeth. Dominic loosens his grip on me but didn't make any movement to remove it. I tried shaking his hand off but it was a failure. I glared at him, "Excuse me, mister, but could you please remove your hand? I'm not used to holding hands."
Dominic didn't say anything else but dragged me to his flashy BMW Z4 Roadster. I started to panic; what do I know what this jerk is thinking?
Dominic stopped at his track and turned to glare at me, "Well, I was thinking of bringing you to the suite since its safer there and stop calling me a jerk."
I raised an eyebrow at him, ha, I've forgotten the fact that he reads mind.
"So how 'bout you stop shoving thoughts into my head?" Dominic leaned his face towards mine with a smirk plastered on his handsome face. I blush a deep red before stumbling back a little, nearly tripping over my own two legs. Thank god Dominic was holding onto my arm or I would have fall.
"Now, I really can't let you go, can I?" Dominic smile widens.
I frowned at him and grumbled, "Fine…"
Dominic smirked, as if he just achieved something worth being proud of. I bet he's just glad he won the argument. We got into the car and Dominic fired up the engine. In less than an hour, we arrived at the five-star hotel. This time, Dominic let me walk by myself and I was thankful for that. I don't need a man to make sure I walk straight.
It was the same guy standing at the door from that day, this time instead of wrinkling his nose at me and a look-over, he nodded politely instead. What I find funny was he panicky did a 90 degree bow as soon as he saw Dominic walking in front. Dominic didn't even give him a second-glance before entering the building and I followed him in not too late to hear that doorman grumbling under his breath, "—sucker!"
I rolled my eyes at him and stole a look at Dominic; I bet he heard it as clearly as I did. Dominic pretended to look unbothered but I know him better and I restrained myself from laughing out loud. We didn't say anything to each other as we walk out of the lift and into the suite. Dominic has gone back to his don't-touch-me mode again so I just shut up and kept silent as we clicked the door open.
Inside sat a very impatient Grace and her lover, Christopher.
She jumped up to hug me as soon as we stepped in. "Adele! Ugh, what took you so long, you stupid Dominic? If I knew you'd take so long, I would have gone there myself!"
Dominic sneered at her, "And what? Turn into a wolf and tear at their throats? I'm smarter, and you know that."
Grace rolled her eyes at him, "No, you just read minds." She turned to me, "Oh, I'm so glad you're here! With those horrid news on the TV, I don't think it's safe if you're out on your own anymore! You have got to stay here; it's for your own safety. We could very much protect you, you know."
"I think I will be fine on my own; plus, I can't leave my kids at home alone. They are the ones that are not safe on their own." I replied Grace and move out of her hug.
"Oh, don't worry about them; I'm sure they can take care of themselves." Grace waved her hand at me, "And I've heard from those idiotic twins," There was some shouting coming from the rooms on the second floor and Grace chuckled to herself, "that you have a pair of werewolf twins, Adele."
I gulped as I felt her black eyes on me.
"Who exactly is the father, Adele?" Grace asked; her voice lined with more than just curiosity.
I looked away; somehow I got a feeling Grace could guess very well who the father was. Grace moved closer, "Adele, is there by any chance that the father was someone I knew? Someone like—"
"I think that secret can be kept for a little while longer, no?" Sebastian interrupted us and I gave him a thankful look, I didn't want Grace to guess correctly and having to face her questions. More importantly, I didn't want Dominic to hear the name of the father even though he might have already guessed it himself.
Dominic just stared at me with cold emotionless icy blue eyes. I stared back at him until I couldn't stand the connection and looked away.
Grace turned to glare at Sebastian, "I think I need to know, Sebastian. If I were to guess correctly that the father is him, than I need to inform him immediately, especially at a time like this. You know, don't you, Sebastian?"
Something's wrong.
"What…what are you guys talking about?" I asked and Grace looked at me uncomfortably, "Inform of what? What do you have to inform, Grace? I don't see what is there left for you to inform, and to whom?"
Grace looked away and threw a worried glance at Christopher who merely sighed. Sebastian frowned, "It is his own problem, and none of ours. I don't see why you are still bothered with him when we are no longer sides with him. What about Adele that you have to inform, huh? I don't see him searching for her once she was gone, I don't see why he'd be bothered about her now anymore."
I frowned; so he didn't bother looking for me when I disappeared, that was convenient. "So I take that as you're all talking about Julian, am I right?"
Grace looked as if I hit the jackpot because she looked speechless for a sec before regaining her composure. She looked unsure about what to say and turned to Christopher for support. Christopher looked at me and smiled an assuring smile at Grace. She held her breath and smiled weakly at me. I take it as a yes.
"And what is the big case? What is so important about me and my kids that you need to inform to him? I don't see how the news about me and my kids will help him. I don't think he'll be too excited about this news; and I definitely did not say that my kids have any connection to him at all. He might not be the father, you know?"
Grace frowned, "But—"
"Adele said it, didn't she? The kids might not even be his!" Sebastian retorted.
Grace threw him a deadly glare, "But as you well know, they did get into some bed actions that night; didn't they?"
I nearly choked on my own saliva.
Dominic's head suddenly turned a good 90 degrees and he glared at Grace.
"Thanks for the reminder," snapped Sebastian bitterly.
Christopher just coughed uncomfortably at his seat. Now Grace looked a little guilty.
"You don't understand, Adele; after you're gone for so long, many things changed. Especially…especially him…"
Dominic sat at the couch without saying anything but just staring into an empty space. Sebastian however was fretting at his spot as if disagreeing with what Grace was about to tell me. My heart twisted into a knot.
"What about him?" I asked; my voice calm as I hoped it would be.
Grace walked towards me and held my hands in hers, "Adele, you know an Alpha responsibility in a pack is to guard and reproduce, right? When one Alpha doesn't do his job properly, the pack members will after sometime go against him…You see, Julian, he is doing a great job with expanding his territory but he—"
"—just isn't mating."
Grace growled at Dominic for interrupting her. I raised an eyebrow at her, somehow I didn't like where this conversation is going. Dominic stood up and glided towards us, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Dom—"
"You get it, don't you, Adele?" Dominic was inches away from me now and I could even taste his breath on my tongue, "Your Julian needs a mate right now, and you are not there. Now what is a desperate wolf to do without his lover to breed? What is he going to do, Adele? Come on, tell me?"
I couldn't say anything; my mind was drawing blank with Dominic standing so dangerously close to me and the thought of Julian with someone else—
I shook my head.
"Dominic, stop it!"
"Come on, Adele, say it. You know, don't you?" Dominic slurred beside me.
"…no…"
My mind was spinning; Julian's black spiky short hair and emerald green eyes slowly coming into view, his charming sunlight smile was spinning…
"Say it out, Adele, you know the answer; what is your beloved lover going to do?" Dominic's voice continued to stir in my head, making me feel even drowsier.
Before I could even reach the door, someone grab me and lift me up as if I was some rag doll.
I kicked and screamed, "No!! Let me down!! Let me down, you idiot!"
I felt the person laughed and I moved slightly to take a good look at the person who was carrying me over his shoulder like I was nothing and came face to face with Julian. I squirmed, "Let me down!! Let me go!!"
Julian laughed again; his voice was deep and awfully sexy. "Hey Grace, did you lose something?"
"…stop it…" I muttered, my heart finding it harder to breathe now.
I eyed them curiously, "Fur ball?"
Julian's emerald eyes sparkled, "Oh, you know, we howl at the moon and we run in packs."
"No, I will not stop until you say it out loud."
I sighed, "I know you won't eat me," the thought of Julian eating me up made my face cringe and Julian looked more offended than ever. He was quick enough to mask it away with a slightly too cheerful look and smiled at me, "But you don't trust me, that's all. It's ok, logically who would trust a werewolf from not gobbling them up?"
He made the word 'gobbling' dripping with so much venom I could lick it right off the word.
"Ok," I was starting to get a little annoyed with him making me feel like the evil one here, "You know what? Just bring me there."
Julian looked at me with an excited look on his face, "Really?"
I rolled my eyes at him, "Really."
Julian gave me a mischievous grin and lift me up, bridal style. I gasped in surprise; obviously no one had ever carried me like that. "Wha—what are you doing?" I am obviously stuttering. What a loser.
"Just hold on to me tight."
"…no, stop it…please!"
Julian immediately saw it and pulled back. But too late, I had already had my hands around him and pulling him down. Julian falls into the water with a big splash and I laughed a satisfied laugh.
Julian coughed, "Geez, Adele!" I laughed and Julian with a playful growl tackles me. I laughed as I tried to dodge his grasp and he fall face flat into the water.
"Dominic! Stop this right now!" is that Grace's voice?
"Hey, Dominic, I think that's enough…."
"Shut up! Adele, don't deny what your heart knows. Say it!"
"I don't know! Say what? Say what!" I shouted at him in frustration.
Dominic grabbed me by my sides and my mind spin even more, "Say what you already knew! Say it! Tell me! What will Julian do?"
I shook my head, Dominic is right; my heart knows the answer but I—
"…no…I—I can't…no…"
"You should go, Adele."
I turned to look at Julian but he didn't look at me. My heart squeezed in pain, why?
"It's for your own good, and his." Dominic answered instead but I ignored him and continue to stare at Julian. I'm not leaving until he looks at me in the eye and tell me he wants me to leave. I am that stubborn.
Julian won't dare to do it, he won't dare to look me in the eye and say he doesn't want to see me again. He will not do it because he couldn't bring himself to do something that will hurt me as much as it hurts him. But I was wrong.
Julian turned to face me abruptly, his eyes stone cold and hard. His expression was unreadable as he said it, "I do not want to see you down here again. Now, leave."
"Say it!"
"—no…please…"
"Damn it, say it!"
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"NO! Let go—!"
Julian.
"Stop denying it! Say it!"
"No!!"
I am sorry for being so selfish.
"SAY IT!"
I love you.
"I DON'T WANT HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL!"
Dominic let go of me and my legs unbuckled beneath me. I fell to the ground and Grace was by my side in a blink. She was glaring at him as if accusing him of pushing me to reality this harsh. Tears were rolling down the side of my face unconsciously but I still looked up to Dominic who was staring down at me. There was something in his eyes…something raw…
"You get it, don't you now? Julian needs to and will find a mate. You can't stop it from happening now. He needs to know if he has kids. Everyone in the pack needs to know…or you know what will happen to him, Adele?"
I didn't say anything, just waiting for him to tell me on his own.
"They will kill him, Adele."
My heart stopped.
"Julian will die."
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