Chapter 70 Revenge
Kristen's POV
The shocked expression on their faces gives out how they weren't expecting to see him. I can tell they're wondering if it's truly Calhoun, or his ghost.
Alpha Ezra is the most surprised out of everyone.
Bruce takes this as a cue to toss his fake wine bottle aside and quit the act he's been putting on earlier.
With the way Calhoun is standing in front of me for protection, I've never felt so much at ease before. Alpha Ezra thought he could have his way with me because everyone else didn't speak up or tried to stop him, except Ben.
Right now, he's blinking in uncertainty, completely unsure of who is standing in front of him.
"Is that truly Alpha Calhoun or someone who bears an uncanny resemblance to him?"
"I don't want to think I'm starting to see things because we just buried him a few hours ago." "What in the seven hells is going on?"
People aren't whispering this time, they're talking aloud, showing their confusion.
Calhoun leaves my side and takes menacing steps until he is standing in front of a stiff Alpha Ezra. Calhoun's height is towering him with just two inches and Calhoun is even more powerful than he could ever be.
"I'll take it that you're surprised to see me, after poisoning me a week ago," Calhoun had a smirk on his face when he addressed Alpha Ezra.
People's mouths flap open in horror upon hearing this.
"You poured out your hatred towards me, all the spite you've nursed within your heart over the years. Made me crawl at your feet after poisoning me with blackbane."
"It can't be, you're dead!"
"No, I survived!" Calhoun's voice is much louder this time, and that smirk hasn't left his face either.
People are completely taken aback upon hearing this from Calhoun.
"He's truly Alive?"
"How could he fake his death to fool us?"
"Who is the person who got buried then?"
"The person who was buried in place of me was a dead body from the morgue. I was away this whole time."
One of Alpha Calhoun's men starts coughing and then another and another until it's all five of them.
"What's happening?" Still with his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, Alpha Ezra looks around.
"Can you recall how they all laughed and mocked me at my dying state? Too bad they're having the bitter taste of their own medicine. I made them drink the same poisoned wine."
Gossip is going around and the bewildered look on people's faces is already showing that they're afraid they got poisoned as well.
"Not to worry, everyone. I ensured the wine was served to just the five of them..." Calhoun pauses and I notice how the dread in Alpha Ezra's eyes is starting to wear out, still, he still looks scared shitless.
Worse, he puts his hand over his mouth to cough, and when he stares at his hand, there's blood on it.
"And their Alpha," Calhoun adds with that mischievous glint tingling in his eyes, "the wine you drank while strangling my mate."
Alpha Ezra clenches his chest as his face switches up in pain.
And I am lost for words at this moment because I had no idea that this was what Calhoun had in store for them. To think Alpha Ezra was the one who poisoned him, no wonder he was fast enough to talk about taking Calhoun's position as Alpha of the Greyhound pack.
People are stupefied to know Calhoun isn't dead and even more horrified upon finding out that it was Alpha Ezra who tried to kill him.
wasn't expecting something this big to happen. Calhoun had poisoned six people and they're going to die right here and now, under the watchful and pitiful gazes of everyone.
Alpha Ezra is coughing out blood as he drops to the floor, the rest of his men are already on the brink of dying.
And goosebumps rise in my pores because this is my first time witnessing people dying. It just doesn't settle well with me because I have a soft heart, I can feel people's emotions, and it's one of the many reasons a part of me still longs for a relationship with my mom.
There's too much blood everywhere, discharging from their mouth, nostrils, and ears.
I look away because hearing their helpless groans and low cries is disturbing.
This is exactly what Calhoun went through, I almost lost him.
Six hours later.
Who would ever think Calhoun is alive and he poisoned five men to death, including Alpha Ezra?
It's dark and the place is empty now, with everyone gone, save for the servants.
I have been staring at that exact spot in the sitting room where Alpha Ezra died along with his men.
The way things unfolded was beyond my expectations because I never pictured anyone dying talking more of an Alpha and his
men.
After their dead bodies were taken away, the servants set to work. They cleaned the entire place and left it spotless that someone who wasn't present would think nothing happened.
But I know I'll be haunted and scarred for life.
Vomit rises in my throat and I think I am going to get sick from everything. My legs feel weak and even my eyes feel drowsy as if I drank pure vodka when I haven't even had anything like alcohol since the last time I was at the cottage with Calhoun.
Speaking of Calhoun, I haven't seen him since the death occurrence. He left with Bruce and a few of his men.
Mom left an hour earlier with her friends and I'll take it that she's not returning tonight because it's already past nine. "Kristen..."
That distinct voice is something I can recognize anywhere, even if I am blindfolded.
Calhoun is back.
He comes to stand in front of me.
And seals my lips with a kiss.
"Christ, I've missed you so much," he murmurs in between devouring my lips and his hands are already splitting my dress in half and he pulls me up to hook my legs around his waist through a one-arm lift.
"No, we shouldn't..." I pull my lips away from his but he captures them in one swift kiss.
How can I relax around him when he just killed six men? Although they deserve it, but couldn't he torture them, at least?
"I've missed being inside of you," Calhoun whispers and shreds the remain of my dress into pieces, leaving me naked with just my thong on.
"I don't feel so good..people might see us," my voice is low, unsteady.
But Calhoun is unwilling to let go or listen to me. The pure hunger in his ocean blue eyes and how his hands are groping my butt.
"I need to get my mind off what happened today," he takes me into his room and slams the door shut with a loud thud.