Free Web NovelChapter 8: Sent For Me
REBECCA’S POV
Four days.
I had been locked inside that dark, damp cell for four endless days.
With that magic collar cutting off my wolf, I couldn’t heal. My broken ribs and the deep arrow cut on my thigh stayed raw, hurting every single time I tried to shift my weight.
Every day, the guards brought me water and one meal. I could barely force it down. Most days, they just spit on the food right before sliding the tray through the bars, laughing and calling me a filthy murderer.
The Alpha King didn’t come for me. He didn’t send for me, either. Every morning, I woke up with my heart in my throat, sweating in terror, wondering what kind of awful torture he had ready for me next.
Waiting for it was actually worse than being alone.
On the fourth night, the heavy iron gate rattled loud.
I scrambled back against the wall as two large guards marched into my cell. They weren’t carrying a dirty food tray or water this time. Without saying a word, they grabbed my arms and roughly dragged me out into the hallway.
"Where are you taking me?" I croaked, my throat dry and cracked.
They didn’t answer. They dragged me up the dark dungeon stairs and pushed me into a bright hallway, handing me over to two waiting maids. The moment the maids saw me, they wrinkled their noses in disgust.
Of course I stank. I hadn’t washed, changed my clothes, or cleaned the blood off my skin in four days.
"Follow us," one maid ordered coldly.
I did. My heart beat faster with every step as they led me into a large, luxury bathroom. The tub was already full of hot, steaming water that smelled like lavender.
"Get in, wash, and be fast about it," the maid said, pulling my torn, dirty dress down my shoulders with a rough tug.
I winced as the fabric pulled at my scabs, but I didn’t fight them. I stepped into the hot water, washing away the dirt, sweat, and dried blood as fast as I could. When I finally stepped out, dripping wet, the maids stared at my scarred, bruised body with deep frowns.
One of them threw a thick, white silk robe at my chest. I quickly pulled it on, tying the belt tight around my waist to cover myself.
"Finally, you are getting what you came for," the first maid muttered with a nasty smile.
The other maid stepped closer, her eyes full of hate. "I hope the King fucks you to death tonight."
My eyes went wide in pure shock. My stomach did a violent flip. Was this what all of this was about? Was it finally time?
"Follow us," they commanded, turning toward the grand staircase.
Every instinct in my body told me to turn around and run—to find a window, a door, anything. But I knew that was stupid. I had zero power with this collar on, and the house was packed with elite warriors. I had no choice. I followed them up the wide stairs, my knees shaking under the silk robe.
We stopped at the very end of the top hallway, right in front of massive, gold double doors. Just looking at how huge and fancy the entrance was, I knew exactly whose room this was. The Alpha King’s private quarters.
The maid knocked twice.
"Let her in," a deep, rough voice boomed from the other side.
Before I could even breathe, the maids grabbed my shoulders, shoved me hard into the room, and slammed the heavy doors shut behind me. The loud click of the lock turning from the outside echoed in the quiet space.
I stood frozen near the door, my heart hammering so hard against my cracked ribs I thought it would burst.
The room was huge, dark, and thick with the smell of mint and heavy, suffocating alpha power. In the middle of the room stood the Alpha King. He was completely shirtless, wearing only dark pants. His massive, muscular back was turned to me, covered in dark tattoos that moved slightly as he breathed.
The silence lasted forever, thick and terrifying, until he finally spoke.
"Helen was five months pregnant," Kaden said. His voice was incredibly low and rough from days of mourning, but it held a deadly rage. "Just one month left, and my son would have been able to survive. He would have been born. And you took her life."
"I didn’t... please, believe me," I whispered shakily, tears instantly hitting my eyes as I clutched my robe. "I didn’t do it."
Kaden spun around, his bloodshot eyes staring down at me with a hate that made me want to drop to my knees. He didn’t yell. He walked over to a heavy desk, grabbed a stack of papers, and threw the report across the room. The papers scattered, hitting my chest before fluttering to the floor.
"Explain this!" Kaden roared, stepping right into my face until his huge frame completely blocked out the light. "This is the forensic report done on the iron rod used to crush my wife’s skull. My mate’s skull. It has your fingerprints all over it, murderer."
My eyes went wide in pure horror. My fingerprints? Monica and Brandon must have pressed my hands against the metal weapon while I was knocked out, before they ran from the library. "No..." I tried to speak, but the words choked in my throat. "They... they framed me..."
"Shut up!" Kaden snarled, his dark aura flaring out so hard it felt like a physical slap to my face, making me gasp for air. "My life was completely colorless until Helen came into it. Before her, I was nothing but a weapon for this kingdom. A ruthless monster who knew nothing but war and blood. But Helen... Helen made me a better person. She taught a beast how to feel. She gave me a home. She gave me peace."
He stepped even closer, his hot, heavy breath hitting my terrified face. His jaw clenched so tight the bones looked ready to snap.
"And you? In your sick, jealous mind, you killed her just because she was a human. You thought an alpha king shouldn’t have a human mate? You thought you could take her place?"
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Kaden didn’t let me finish. His pitch-black eyes slowly dragged down my body, looking me up and down with total disgust, treating me like nothing more than a piece of unwanted property.
"Undress," he ordered coldly.
