Time passes by fast as I drown myself in work. A new hospital wing needed to be built. Some houses needed to be renovated. New warriors needed to be trained.
I got into it, using my work as an escape. I didn’t want to think about Lola and how I would probably never get a chance with her again. I didn’t want to think about the curse on my pack or the fact that I still didn’t have a solution for how to break it. Hell, I didn’t even know its backstory, how it came to be, or who cursed us.
Sometimes things got overwhelming, and burying myself in work was my only escape.
“Alpha?”
His voice pulls me to the present, breaking the bubble I’d built around myself while I worked. I looked up to find the mortician hovering near my open door.
I nod to him, and he enters.
“What do you have for me, Ben?”
“Well, Sadie died from stab wounds. She had a total of fifteen stab wounds. From the force of the stabs and also how many
there were, it seemed that the person who killed her hated her and wanted her dead,” he answers.
I leaned back in my chair. Well, that was interesting. It seems like I wasn’t the only one who had beef with her.
“The DNA?”
“Yes, I confirmed it. It’s definitely her.”
Finally, justice. Knox whispers in my mind
Ben continues. “As for the pregnancy, she wasn’t pregnant at all. In fact, never at any point in her life has she ever been pregnant.”
Fuck. I knew it. I knew the dumb bitch was lying. She might have realized that the person who killed her was after her, and she thought that using the pregnancy excuse, she would trap me into allowing her back into the comfort and safety of the pack. What a bitch!
“Is that all?” I asked him, and he nodded.
“Very well then; you’re dismissed.”
He leaves, and I’m left alone in my office.
‘Jason, Micah, I want the guy who drugged me found. I don’t care what resources you have to employ to find him, as long as he’s found. Am I clear?’ I told them through our link.
‘Crystal’ Jason replied first.
‘Gladly,’ Micah said with a dangerous tone.
Now that Sadie was gone, I could focus on my pack and the other guy that was involved in this mess. I will get the truth from him, and then he’ll face the same fate as Sadie. Death.
Piper.
I wandered around the pack aimlessly. I feel lost. So lost. It feels like a part of me is missing. I’ve known Sadie since we were little girls. She’s been my best friend, my confidant, and my sister.
I never expected her to betray me by going after Alec. I was hurt and angry at her, but I never wished her any harm. I never wanted her dead. I know you’re probably scoffing at me right now because you think I’m a hypocrite, and maybe I am.
After all, when she was locked in the dungeon, I used to hear her screams. I heard her begging for mercy. Begging them to stop. At that time, I was so mad at her and felt so betrayed that I fooled myself into believing that she deserved it. That she needed to be punished before she could be redeemed.
Now she’s dead, and I feel like I’ve lost a part of my soul.
When I was informed that she’d escaped, I felt pissed off at her audacity and her cowardly move, but a bigger part of me was glad. That part was happy that she was able to free herself, something I didn’t have the guts to do for her.
My mind is consumed with bitterness towards myself. I can’t stop the tears from falling down my face or the gasps of sorrow that leave my mouth.
I fall down on the grass, not caring about the stabbing pain I feel in my knees. This is less than I deserve for abandoning her. Yes, she made a mistake, but I should have been there for her. Everyone turned their backs on her, and I can only imagine how broken she was.
We were supposed to stick together. To have one another’s back despite the foolish thing the other did. That is a promise we made to each other, yet I broke mine. The worst thing. The thing that guts me to the core is knowing that if the situations were switched, Sadie would have stuck by me despite being guilty.
I can’t control the gut-wrenching sobs that are coming from deep inside. I feel like I’m being ripped. I feel like I’m being torn from the inside out. I grasp my chest in a failed attempt to stop the painful aching that is destroying me.
Arms wrap around me, but they do nothing to comfort me. Alec’s familiar scent envelops me, but it does nothing to erase my tears or calm down the violent waves that are crashing against me.
I should have been there for her. Despite being guilty, I should have stayed by her side. Now she was dead, and it was too late. “Let it out, Buttercup,” he whispered, and I can’t hold it back anymore.
