Chapter 163 Questions
Calhoun's POV
"To think he broke out of this cell," my beta still looks terrified from where he's standing at my side.
And I ground my teeth until my jaw begins to hurt as I continue staring at the cell where Theodore had been
confined in, a few hours ago.
"His wolf must be a beast because it takes a lot of strength to do this," Bruce shifts his gaze to the vandalized iron bars on the floor, "Theodore is no ordinary wolf, Calhoun. It's
unbelievable to remember how calm he was when you ordered your men to lock. He knew he would escape, that's why he let them lead him away."
Leaving my mansion a few hours ago, I didn't know I would be confronted with such horror upon returning home. Kristen sneaked out of her room to meet him in this dungeon, all by herself.
Whatever discussion they had, is something I am eager to know because I can feel it in my guts that something is happening between the two of them. And I am a big fat fool because I
trusted her too much to confront her.
"Find him and bring," I give this order to my men before storming out of the dungeons.
When I get to Kristen's room some minutes later, Cynthia, my wife's little maid is already standing at the door like a bodyguard.
"Alpha Calhoun, your wife is asleep," the girl informs me quickly. The look of shock in her eyes is great because she wasn't expecting me to show up so
soon.
"I need to speak with her," I reply, nearing the door. And the girl quickly steps aside, but she doesn't keep her mouth shut.
"Maybe you should come some other time, she needs to rest for more hours, " she plays with her fingers when she tells me this.
And I pause to catch my breath, before letting my mind wander to what
happened last night. Theodore, bursting through the door, gathering my wife in his arms like she's been his
lover for a long time.
"Did she truly go to meet with Theodore," this question pops from my mouth before I even know.
And I notice how Cynthia is trembling and avoiding my gaze at the same time.
"Answer me," I urge, shooting her a threatening look.
"We warned her not to, but she refused to listen to any of us," Cynthia blurts out at last, looking ten times more frightened than before.
And her response has me pushing the door open, and storming into the room.
My wife wakes up immediately, upon hearing how loudly I shut the door
behind me. It was never my intention to come off this rude but I am on the
brink of losing my mind.
"Calhoun..." she sits upright with shock spreading across her face.
"Do you know Theodore?" I ask the question which has been on my chest for the past 24 hours. And even though I don't want her to lie to me, I will hate
it if she tells me, 'Yes.'
But I get no response from her, instead, the look in her eyes makes me sick to my guts.
She's staring at me in a way that has
me second-guessing myself.
Is she afraid of me?
"Tell me what exactly happened before
the accident," I continue, hating myself for addressing her like a disobedient servant.
"You promised not to ask me until I
wanted to tell you on my own," Kristen tucks her hair behind her hair
and slowly slides out of the bed.
"Your behavior is the cause of it all,
now I need you to speak up and don't leave anything out," my gaze is hard and I can tell it's as well penetrating because of the unsure look on her face.
Shit. I love her too much and I hate to make her feel this way. But I need her to come plain with me and not hide
anything.
"You don't have to be like this, Calhoun. I am not doing anything with anyone," Kristen rasps out, her eyes never leaving mine. But her second
eyelid is twitching and this happens
when she's trying to mask up worry or fear consuming her deep within. But then again, the guards told me
how Theodore broke out of his cell and carried her to her room for treatment. Meaning they were having some sort of discussion, something she didn't want me to know about. And it hurts so
much to know she's starting to become secretive and hiding things from me.
"I don't want to think you're lying to me, Kristen. You're my wife and I, your husband. And I haven't wronged you before," my body closes the distance
between us. The need to plead and ask her to empty it all is threatening to take over, but I need to be a man right
now. And it would be pointless to be sentimental.
I notice how Kristen takes an uncomfortable gulp as she holds my gaze, while fidgeting with her hands, showing she's truly hiding something from me.
My heart sinks into my stomach. "Nothing happened between me and
Theodore," Kristen says, but her voice isn't convincing enough. Even the look in her eyes says otherwise.
"Don't lie to me," I warn. "I am telling you the truth, Calhoun,"
she takes a step closer to me and tips her head to my face, "I got into an accident and he saved my life. So when
I heard about his arrest, I went to see him because I felt bad for him," she pauses to rub the side of her arm, "it's
just like I am indebted to him. So I was trying to make him apologize to you, so he'd be a free man."
The anger and jealousy in me start
mellowing down, but not entirely.
"He said I have what belongs to him," I make this known to Kristen because I want to see her reaction.
"And you think it's me?" Suddenly, all
the fear disappears and replaces itself with a small smirk. It's almost like she's able to get a grip on herself and put a bold mask on.
And I am left wondering if I know this girl as much as I thought.
Kristen slips my hand in hers and searches through my eyes, "You think I am cheating on you with Theodore?" Kristen continues. Her level of
confidence makes me second-guess myself.
Feeling ashamed of myself for going
overboard with my anger, I shift my gaze from hers but I don't take my hand away. "For a moment I thought so,"
lowering my voice, I make this confession.
"I will never hurt you, Calhoun,"
Kristen slides her hand up to my cheek and strokes, before staring at me with all the love in her eyes, "Everything I do, it's to make things work between
us."
"What do you mean by that?" A frown
hit my face at the last part of her response.
"I'm sorry for going behind your back
to meet your prisoner, but I felt bad for
him." She apologizes softly and
rewards me with a sweet smile as if I
didn't just barge into her room and raise my voice at her.
"They said you passed out when he
broke out of his cage. Lord knows I would have torn his limbs from his body if a strand of your hair was touched by him," I say, meaning every
word.
Kristen lets her hand fall to her side, before moving backward to maintain some distance between us. Her smile is
gone as well, and it's a serious look she has on her face this time.
"Again, I apologize for my carelessness. I only wanted to fix
things between the two of you."
I want to believe she's telling the whole truth, but it's hard when a tiny part of me still remains skeptical.