IDENTIFIED BLACK SHEEP

IDENTIFIED BLACK SHEEP
Chapter 80

Third Person's pov

The dimly lit bedroom could almost be declared empty, if not for the crossing shadow figure on the walls.

Annalise pondered about the space with her five fingers tips, taking turns in having their edges clipped off by her teeth. Her breaths poured out softly but heavily with her brain working three sixty degrees fast on what to do. How to escape Thompson's wrath and what best means to gaslight him.

Alessia's game tricks no longer worked on him. In fact he recently seemed proud about having her. Their mate connection was now an old excuse as well, and he never really regarded Liah any much as long as she was concerned.

“Damn Liah! I fucking told her to get inside, how dare she eavesdrop!’’ She spat, screeching her fingers through her thick black hair like a crazy person.

She suddenly went stiff, like an idea struck her head. But she shook it off immediately as a bad idea.

“I can't do that. This is where I belong. I can't leave this place for any reason!’’ She argued with no one in particular.

“Where is she? Liah!’’ She screamed, bolting out of the bedroom.

She halted on her tracks immediately once she beheld I figure, but she managed to mask up her sincere emotions and emerged with a smirk. A scary crazy one.

It was just Regal. He shouldn't be any big deal. She thought.

“Where's Liah? Get her to me now.’’ She demanded.

“Aren't you even by a tiny little piece ashamed of yourself?’’ Regal spilled calmly, such calmness that squarely made a mockery of the situation.

“How dare you piece of trash!’’ Annalise spat, her face reddening with embarrassment as she rushed at Regal.

On the other hand, she was only a piece of napkin for him to handle. He caught her with less effort, twisting her arms backwards with her back against him. The excruciating pain from her spinning bones sent a painful cry of agony off her throat.

“You crazy woman! I'll never understand why the Alpha still keeps you. You deserve some rest at an asylum!’’ He threw her off to the ground.

“You'll pay for this. I swear you're gonna pay with your miserable life!’’ Annalise spat, unyielding.
Who cares what situation she might be in? Regal had no right to speak to her in such a manner, let alone lay a miserable finger on her porcelain skin! She didn't come this far only to get such treatment in return.

“We'll see who's life gets more miserable than it already is. You or me.’’ Regal simply smirked before walking out.

“He's crazy. He is fucking out of his mind to speak to me in such a manner!’’ Annalise screamed.

“This is all her fault. Alessiaaaa!!! I'll fucking kill her. I'll stab a fcking knife into her face until she is totally unrecognizable!’’

“There she is.’’ Regal returned, but with Thompson behind him.

One would think Annalise had just seen a ghost. Her initially crimson face whitened instantly, with nothing but ice chills straining down her spines.

“Th-th…thompson..!’’ She stuttered, words heavy on her lips.

“Why is she there? I need her out of my sight.’’ Thompson stated irritably.

“Where do I take her?’’

“You won't dare lay a filthy hand on me!’’ Annalise spiked.

“I don't care. Take her anywhere, wherever that may be. I don't give a bloody fuck.’’ Thompson seethed, fists tightly clenched as he kicked his way towards the bedroom.

Annalise was just one of his little problems yet. He mainly burned with ire and wark for the lycan king.
All he had in his messy head was an image of Alessia locked in the Lycans arms, exhibiting immoral actions that melted his bones.

“Yes, Alpha. Get up.’’ Regal directed at Annalise.

“Did you see that? He's still into that damn bitch. All I've ever done is love and remain loyal to you, to our bond. But that woman cheated multiple times, yet you care so much about her!’’ Annalise screamed.

“Stop the gibberish and get up while I'm asking nicely.” Regal dared, seeing as Thompson didn't bother leaving even a single glance behind.

“I'm not a prisoner, and I've got legs. I'll get away from him if that's what he wants.’’ Annalise scoffed, getting to her feets.

At this point, Regal was left without any options and just watched her leave.

If only he knew, Annalise had a diabolical plan at heart. She wouldn't stay back and watch everything crashing down on her already. She must get aid.

The people!

The people’s aid was what she needed to come against Thompson and bring back his focus to herself.

She'd stomp into the neighborhoods looking homeless as she looked and seek shelter from the pack members to lay her head for the night, with claims that Thompson was mad about Alessia and had neglected her who was his fated mate.

It wasn't so late into the night, so a few people could still be spotted here and there on the street.

‘‘Has she gone mad?’’

‘‘Isn't it lady Annalise, the Alpha's mate?’’

‘‘She must have eventually gone crazy after getting bursted in her devious actions.’’

Some persons muttered as they walked past, clearly aware that Annalise could hear them.

“Wh-what's going on?’’

Annalise muttered to herself, swallowing damn hard as she watched the spiteful looks in the eyes of every one that came in contact with her, afraid to admit it was really what it seemed like.

“What is she doing out here, isn't she so shameless?’’ Yet another bad comment came flying.

Turning over to see who that came from, a flying egg squashed painfully on her skin, spilling its sticky content on her dress.

An awful scream escaped her lips, and she realised just then that there was no place for her in the heart of the people. Only one word echoed in her head. Flee!

“She commited treason, she deserves to die. She dared hurt the heir. Don't let her get away untainted!!’’ Someone yelled amidst the people.

Annalise took to her heels immediately, but she didn't escape the flying eggs and trash that came endlessly at her since more and more people seemed to join in the shoot.