Chapter 32: Ada's Mate

Ada

“Are we seriously going to taunt her for fun?” Zayne looks bewildered at me. “I know she’s awful, but you shouldn’t give her more reason just because you can.”

“I was joking,” I laugh heartedly. “But we are going to see Margo and seeing me piss*s her off because she hates me. She is covering for her rotten little boy. She knows stuff and we need the information.”

“Oh, and one more thing,” I say softly when we are in front of Margo’s quarters. “Keep a straight face because you’re about to learn more secrets.”

“I’ll do my best,” Zayne swallows and I give him an encouraging smile before I knock on Margo’s door.

I do not wait for her to answer, I open the door and walk straight in.

“Why do you even bother knocking if you’re going to barge in any way?” Margo scolds.

“It’s only polite to knock,” I smile sweetly as I take a seat.

Margo is about to say something nasty to me, but then she notices Zayne and she smiles stiffly. She will never admit it, but she has a soft spot for Zayne. He was only a sad, lost little boy who lost his mother when she arrived. She has always been kinder towards him than me and Tyler.

“Have a seat, Zayne,” Margo smiles and he obeys. “You’re just in time for some iced tea.”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” I chirp in and I enjoy watching Margo controlling her anger.

“So,” she smiles stiffly. “How can I help you?”

“We’re only reporting back after we visited Clyde,” I grin. “He’s doing well and is looking healthy.”

“I know that,” she glares at me as an Omega walks in with a tray of iced tea. “I visit him daily.”

“Thank you, Olga,” I smile at the Omega as I take a glass.

“Aunt Margo, you’re such a rascal,” I say playfully. “Why didn’t you tell us you became a grandmother? We would’ve loved to throw a baby shower or whatever it is a grandmother gets.”

Margo gasps for air and Olga spills Zayne’s tea all over him.

“You imbecile!” Margo explodes.

“I’m so sorry, Mam, Sir,” Olga seems close to tears as she picks up the glass. “I … I …”

“I’ll teach you sorry,” Margo shouts and jumps up.

I get ready to intervene should Margo get the feeling to get physical with Olga, but Zayne stands up.

“It’s okay,” Zayne smiles at Margo. “It was only an accident.”

“Olga,” he turns to Margo. “Let’s go find something to clean this up.”

“Y … yes, sir,” she stutters and scurries off.

Zayne looks at me and gives me a wink before he follows Olga and I smile satisfied at him.

“Where were we?” I take a sip of my tea. “Oh, yes, your grandson. Such a blessing, don’t you think?”

“Who told you that?” Margo hisses as she storms towards me.

“Nobody,” I shrug. “I met Toby. That’s his name if you didn’t know.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve here, but I’m not interested,” Margo sneers. “Now, get out.”

I put my glass down and stand up. I walk to her until our faces are only inches apart.

“I’ve told you,” I whisper. “I’m going to expose your son’s sins. Your grandson is nothing to be ashamed of. I cannot say the same about Clyde’s association with Gregory.”

“If you do that, you’re going to hurt more people than just Clyde,” Margo looks at me with hatred.

“People like you?” I raise my eyebrows.

“And your father,” she smiles devilishly.

Zayne

“I’m so sorry,” Olga keeps on apologizing as we walk to the kitchenette.

“Seriously, Olga,” I chuckle. “It’s not that bad, relax.”

“But your aunt …”

“She already forgot about it,” I laugh as I accept the paper towel to dry off my arms. “By now Ada has already upset her about something else.”

“Miss Ada should be careful,” Olga looks at me with fearful eyes. “They want to get rid of her.”

“Ada knows,” I smile as I toss the paper towel in the bin. “She knows more than you think.”

“Mister Zayne,” Olga says hesitantly, and I turn to her. Her eyes are filled with tears and she is nervously wringing her fingers. “Please don’t harm Lucy. She had no choice.”

My heart starts racing but I concentrate on keeping a straight face like Ada told me. I have no idea who Lucy is and what Olga is talking about. I suspect that I am about to uncover some truths.

“Olga,” I rest my hands softly on her shoulders. “I swear to you that I will not repeat a word to my dad or Tyler and I will do everything I can to protect Lucy. But you’ll have to explain to me why she did it.”

“You promise not to tell Alpha or Tyler?” She whimpers.

“On my mother’s grave,” I place my hand over my heart. I am not lying. As per Ada’s instructions, I will not tell them. And I am starting to understand why. There are too many people in this castle plotting.

“Mister Clyde is a filthy, filthy man,” she spits the words with hatred. “He made Lucy do despicable things.”

“Why didn’t you report him?” I frown. Clyde might be family, but surely Father would have taken disciplinary action against him.

“Lucy was young and made a mistake,” Olga diverts her eyes. “She got pregnant by a boy from school when she was fourteen. Mister Clyde found her crying in the caves and she told him about the pregnancy. She trusted him. How could she not, he was from the Alpha’s family, and she was young and naïve. He helped her get an abortion in secret. She was so grateful, but then … he started making demands. S*xual demands. She thought he liked her, but she didn’t know about the other women. How could she? She was in school and she was hiding her relationship with him from us. He promised Lucy that he will mark her once she gets her wolf. Oh, that man made so many promises to her. One night he took her to the shed and had his way with her. That’s when the fire started. He gave her Ada’s top and told her to run home and drop it along the way.”

“Clyde didn’t start the fire,” I murmur as I digest everything she told me.

“No,” she shakes her head. “He was too busy scr*wing my daughter.”

“Olga, did Lucy ask him why he wanted her to drop Ada’s top?” I ask urgently.

“He told her it’s for her own good,” Olga snorts. “He said that if people figure out they were there, they would be blamed. He convinced her that nobody would believe her that she didn’t do it because she’s an Omega and he’s related to the Alpha. Framing Ada was the only way to get out of trouble. He said Ada’s the alpha’s daughter, and nobody would do anything to her.”

“Thanks for telling me, Olga,” I smile stiffly as I fight my anger.

“Sir, there’s more,” Olga says quickly when I want to turn away. “Mister Clyde got Lucy pregnant. I don’t know how Miss Ada knows, but … ask her not to tell. I’m raising little Ruby as my own.”

“So, Lucy left?” I frown.

“Yes,” she sniffs and wipes away her tears. “Clyde wanted her to go for another abortion, but she didn’t want to.”

“Help me understand,” I push my fingers through my hair. “She’s willing to abort another boy’s baby but not the man that’s guilty of statutory r*pe?”

“You must understand,” she pleads with me. “She thought it was true love. Her first pregnancy was the end of her world. But Clyde’s baby was a fairy tale. She thought he would be happy and embrace the new life they created. That they would start a happy little family. By the time she confessed to me, it was too late for an abortion. I faked a pregnancy and Lucy dropped out of school. After Ruby’s birth, Lucy left to start over fresh. Please don’t take Ruby away from me.”

Olga buries her face in her hands as she starts crying uncontrollably.

“Olga,” I hug her tightly for a moment before I let her go. “I give you my word. Nobody is going to take Ruby from you. And Ada and I will not breathe a word about this, okay?”

“Thank you,” she sniffs. “You’ve always been so kind.”

“Now,” I smile at her. “Go wash your face and make yourself presentable for the evil witch.”

She laughs awkwardly before she turns around. I take a deep breath to steady myself and go back. Ada and Margo are facing each other like bulls.

“Father will get over it,” Ada hisses at Margo. “The mere fact that he threw Clyde into the dungeon must be evidence enough for you to realize that he covered for Clyde long enough.”

“Ada, Zoe just mind-linked me,” I lie smoothly. “She’s looking for you.”

“We’re done here,” Ada looks Margo up and down as if she smells something bad. “Let’s go.”

I smile and nod in Margo’s direction and she smiles stiffly before she turns around and walks away.

“You will not believe what I have uncovered,” I whisper as we walk out.

“Either you found the Omega or there’s another grandchild,” she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Both actually,” I chuckle. “But how did you know?”

“Olga’s reaction,” she smiles. “She’s been in our service for twenty-five years and she has never spilt anything before.”