Chapter 97 Fuck you Jax!
Chapter 97
Lyra's POV.
Alpha Thomas?” Jax uttered in confusion.
He suddenly wrinkled his eyebrow like a crumpled paper.
The word alpha Thomas had hung in the air like smoke.
“Decorum!” One of the king's guards ordered. His voice boomed through the palace hall. He was a big wolf. His shoulder was as wide as the doorway.
Everyone fell in line. The room suddenly stood still. Even the servant holding a tray for the king's wine stopped breathing.
The she-wolf on the floor kept talking. Her lips trembled. “… he had visited our house a couple of times. I didn't know what business they had together until my bonded mate had collected the money.
“How are you so sure of this?” Jax asked.
One of the pack members standing, quickly countered. “Don't lie against a distinguished member of the pack. A distinguished member of the pack can't do that, not talk of an elder.”
“What would I gain from that?” The woman wailed, turning to the servant, her eyeball had almost turned reddish like a coal of fire. "Won't I be risking my life and that of my children?”
“I woke up from my sleep after receiving a lot of beating from the gods and I saw my fated mate," her voice shook, “ my fated mate. He hung himself from the roof beam with a thick rope around his neck.”
The people in the crowd gasped. Some covered their mouths in shock.
“That wasn't enough, the gods had been warning me for a long time in my dreams and sometimes in the physical to come out with the confession of how Mila was killed. But I had disobeyed them.”
She grabbed her arms tight. Her fingers dug into her own skin. "The gods grew angry. Today they struck me with full force. I felt strips,” she paused a bit, "invisible whips, cutting into my skin. My body turned black and blue. Bruises everywhere. It felt like burning iron pressing into my flesh.”
“Enough!” Alpha Jax's voice thundered through the hall. Everyone was startled.
Jax stood up from his throne. His steps clicked from the high platform. I knew that he couldn't cope with the rubbish the omega was vomiting.
I knew the woman was in trouble. Jax would order her to be headed just like other guards that poisoned Mila's water in the prison. Just before her death.
I watched from the corner where I pretended to clean a window. My hands held a cloth, but I wasn't really cleaning. I was watching. Listening. Other servants did the same. We all had fake jobs, like dusting seats, carrying empty trays, sweeping already-clean floors. We wanted to see what would happen.
Jax held his sceptre tight in his fist. The golden rod caught the light from the windows. Anger poured off him like heat from a fire. I could feel it from where I stood.
He walked closer to Sabrina. Closer. Closer. Then he bent down low. His face came near hers.
Sabrina quickly looked at the ground. She stared at the stone floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Jax lifted his sceptre. He placed the bottom of it under her chin. Then he pushed up, forcing her to lift her head. Forcing her to look at him.
His eyes became thin slits. They were filled with rage, hot, burning rage.
The poor omega couldn't look at him. Her eyes kept trying to look away, but the sceptre under her chin wouldn't let her move.
“Your name!” The word came out like an order from a war lord.
“S…” her voice got stuck in her throat. The sound died before it came out.
She paused. Her eyes widened apart as if the gods had held tightly her neck and prevented her voice from coming out.
…Sabrina,” she finally spoke.
“Sabrina?”
She nodded. Just a tiny movement of her head. Her wet hair hung over part of her face like a curtain. Sweat and tears had soaked it.
Jax stayed bent down for a long moment. Everyone watched. Everyone waited.
Then he stood up straight. He pulled the sceptre away from her chin.
"I am not going to take laws into my own hands."
I moved deeper into the palace hall. I picked up a new cloth and started wiping windows that didn't need wiping. Other servants did the same. We all wanted to be close. We all wanted to hear every word.
Jax looked around at the crowd and back at Sabrina's face.
‘It would be better for the pack to decide your fate the way they decided Mila's fate too.”
My heart paused. What?
Fuck you Jax!
Fuck you on all sides!
Murmur broke out. Everyone started whispering at once. The whispering grew louder and louder again. Like bees buzzing in the hive.
“Decorum,” the guard commanded again.
Stillness settled back in the room.
Then someone in the crowd lifted his hand. He was tall and lanky, like someone who had not eaten for days.
My lord my name is Osmund, with due respect to your authority and that of few pack members here,”
He paused and looked at the face of everyone like what wanted to say was boldly written on their faces and changed his gaze back to the king.
“I would suggest that Sabrina should be set free”
Set free?” I quietly said to myself.