Chapter 75

*RINA*

I couldn't sleep at night, I wanted to take a walk but I didn't have the strength to do that.

I couldn't help but wonder why Damien has refused to come home. I remembered he asked why I wanted him dead. Did the spell hurt him?That knife had so much energy, was I the one trying to kill him?.

"Damien please be safe" I prayed under my breathe.

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*JEWEL*

I have been waiting for Drake to return home, it's past eleven and I was a bit sleepy. I was about to leave the sitting room when he came in.

"Welcome" I hugged him.

He pecked my forehead and sat on the chair.

He had so much soil on his shoes, his kneel seemed to have been stained by mud. He smelled like he had been sweaty earlier on, he was so moody as well.

"What happened?" I asked, taking off his tie.

"I will let you know after I tell Luna about it." He placed his hand on the arm of the chair and supported his head with that hand.

"Why?" I asked curiously and worried.

"It's a bit confidential for now." He stood up and went upstairs.

I tried to make him have dinner but he refused, he insisted on sleeping without having dinner.

I angrily ate alone.

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*RINA*

I was sitting alone in the hut, it's been a week since I saw Damien and Drake isn't saying anything about his departure. He keeps saying "when you're very much okay I will tell you."

I was dying in suspense. I could barely eat or drink. I only managed to eat after much persuasion from either Lily or Austin, sometimes both.

Austin and Lily have been very nice to me these days. Sometimes I thank Damien for letting Austin in. Surely everything happens for a reason.

I saw Drake from a distance, he was going towards the garage. I bet he was leaving the mansion. I managed to run to meet him before he could start the car.

I asked him to open the car for me to get in. He did it without grumbling or whatever.

"Where's Damien ?" I asked before he could say something.

"Umm I can't say it no_" He tried to say.

"No excuses," I interjected.

"Yes ma" He paused and thought for a while. "I should have said it before now but I was sure you were too weak to know about it."

"Okay" I nodded. "So?"

"Damien is dead" He broke the most shocking news.

"What did you say?" I felt my walls breaking down, my heart racing, my eyes burning as uncontrollable tears ran down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry I just couldn't tell anyone, plea_" He tried to say when I ran out of the car.

I went to my room and sat on my bed.

"Did I do it?" I yelled crying and screaming in my room.

All I wanted to do was to kill myself I can't help it, why would I kill the person I loved so much?.

My phone beeped, I was expecting to get a message that it was a prank. I got a message from Drake, he sent a picture of a grave, the grave stone had Alpha Damien written on it, his picture was on the side.

"We buried him yesterday. His last words were `` do my burial secretly and his last wish was for you to stay alive for him so don't ever think of dying _ Drake" I read his text aloud.

"What do I do?" I cried and buried my head in my pillow.

I heard a knock on my door. "Get out" I yelled.

"Please let us in," I heard Lily and Austin say.

I kept quiet.

They opened the door and walked in.

Lily sat on my bed and pulled me into her arms.

"What is it dear?" She caressed my hair.

I showed her Drake's message. She was as shocked as I was, she transferred the phone to Austin.

I could hear Austin whimpering. Does he care about the Alpha? I looked at him in disbelief.

"How did he die, when?" Lily asked.

"The night I tried the passionate spell you explained for him I — I in fact that was the last time I say him." I sat down and continued crying.

Austin just walked out of the room with his eyes flooded with tears.

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*AUSTIN*

I couldn't help but cry on getting the news that Alpha Damien was dead. He has helped me several times, not minding the fact that I'm human. He helped me through the university and went as far as taking care of my bills.

I was a little boy at the orphanage home in New York City. His mother came with him to visit the orphanage. We played together. When it was time for them to leave, he told his mother that he wanted me to come with them to the pack but she refused. Whenever they came to the orphanage, he always had a special gift for me.

When we were eighteen years old, he made it a responsibility to pay for my school fees and other bills. He bought me a house in New York City. He usually pays me a visit during Christmas and New Year, he pays visits and lives with me when he has a mission in New York City.

He hasn't come for a few months now. I've always wanted to come to the pack to pay him a visit. I only had the opportunity to do so until recently. It hurts so much that he's dead.

I laid in my bed in pain, the pain was so familiar, it was similar to the pain I felt when I knew about my parents dying in a ghastly accident and I would have to live as an orphan from that day.

My parents and I used to visit the orphan, I always grumbled when it was time to pay them a visit. I never understood their pain until I was five.

"Why does my important person have to die?" I yelled, cuddling my pillow.

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*RINA*

The next day, I brought out the knife that I saw the morning Damien left, I hid it in a place no one would have thought of, the vibration was still very much.

I studied the knife, I discovered that it was covered up with blood that seem to have dried.

I stared at the knife in disbelief, I didn't see blood on it the other day. I returned the knife to where I hid it and showered up. I felt like checking the knife again, the blood was so fresh this time.

I screamed. I was shaking already. How's this possible?.

I heard a knock on the door, "who's there" I managed to say.

"Drake," I heard him say.

"Come in" I slurred my speech. I kept staring at the knife with my hands wrapped around my chest.

Drake walked up to me and asked about the knife I was staring at and why I was fidgeting. I explained what I noticed and he said that it was the Alpha's blood and the knife was from my father's council. And they might have given it to me to kill Damien. Now that he is dead, they may come for me. So he offered to take the knife away.

I agreed and watched him take the knife away. Although I crave death, Damien has warned me in my dreams and his ghost has come to me several times to warn me not to take my life or carelessly let someone take my life. His words make me feel unexplainable pain. I always cry a lot whenever he wants me.

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TBC