Chapter 65 65
Phoebe~~
The weather was still chilly early the next morning when a man covered in a black cloak that almost reached his feet, reached out to me and began untying me. I just watched what he did until I was completely free, and he drew me up.
“I'm taking you out, so follow me orderly,” he stated, and I nodded to him, then began trailing behind him as he had said.
We climbed several stairs until I was out of breath, and when he noticed, he said nothing but raised me above his shoulder, then continued. With how long it took for us to step out of the building, I guessed that where I was kept was underground, so if I had thought of escaping, it wouldn't have worked out.
He put me down, and I turned around. Standing before us was Levi, and so many other men who were behind him. I looked afar, and I guessed the man who had his back turned on us was Dean, and it was just a shame how he was finally handing me over to those I belonged to.
“His majesty awaits your arrival, so we must leave now,” Levi said to me and gave a single nod, and I didn't hesitate to rush towards him. I glanced at the other men, while we left so swiftly without them acting rashly.
Deep down, I thought something was up. How could Dean, after all his stress to find me, hand me over that easily? Could it be true that Knox was alive?
For me to see Levi meant that he was truly alive, so why did Dean let them take me when he was supposed to use me as the bait he mentioned to deal with his foe? Levi took me into the car they came with, and we rode off.
He said nothing to me, not even bothered by how I was able to survive since they hadn't seen me, but I didn't sit well with the silence, so I asked him, “What did you give him to let me go? He swore never to let me go back to Knox…”
Levi bit his lower lip, kind of hesitating to respond, but still did. “He took his people in exchange for leaving you.”
“You can't be serious! That idiot never even mentioned his people, but wanted me as bait to get rid of Knox.”
“And you thought you wouldn't be hurt in the process? Does Dean look like he would spare you if you're to be taken by my alpha?” he retorted and relaxed his shoulders. “Alpha is already dying, so I convinced him to let go of any attack that would worsen his situation and let Dean take his people while we bring you back.”
I licked my lips and nodded. It sounded convincing, even though I didn't seem to think there was more behind it, because the Dean with whom I spent about four months doesn't regard his masses but just himself, so it was impossible to believe that he let me go just to have his people.
Since I didn't want to exchange words with Levi, I didn't ask further.
But Knox’s condition? It would have been better if Dean hadn't come into the show. Now that he is even a rival to me, the death of Knox would do more harm to me than good. Once Knox dies, that jerk would think he's gotten the whole world that he craved for.
Before we reached the palace, I recalled the lycan princess whom I didn't even know her name and asked Levi about her. But he shook his head instead, "There's no way I can find out about her without the alphas' order, but if she died, the news should have spread already.”
I nodded, because it was at least comforting. There were people there, and I guess they wouldn't let their princess die in a tragedy like that.
Once the car stopped, I didn't hold back from alighting, because I seriously needed to see him. I made my way straight to his room and expected the door to open as usual when I stood there, but nothing happened. I quickly rang the doorbell many times with how anxious I was, and then it opened wide.
I looked into the room, and Knox was standing facing the door. He looked pale, not too pale, but one would surely know that he wasn't feeling okay. Although he was still stoutly built, his weak face would tell it all.
Slowly, I made my way into the room, and I heard the slow sound of the door shutting, until it slammed and locked up. I couldn't move any further, my feet glued to the floor and eyes fixated on him.
The man who looked brutal, whose gaze could freeze someone, stood like he was already standing in the pit of death. Could it be because he triggered the black magic in him, and this began happening? But they said it was if he fell for me or marked me as his mate, and now this seems to be happening in a way I didn't like.
Alpha Dean was going to be happy if he died. He would finally take me to himself, and I might not get the opportunity to survive or escape again at that time because he would be utterly ready for me. So what would my fate be like? I got rid of Vivien because of her plotting with her father, and now someone like that devil has come into the show again.
His death was supposed to be something I should celebrate, but since it would do me bad, how could I let him die?
I didn't even find out anything about his background in the library, so how would I know what made him the demon he turned into? I was just so weak that I couldn't move, but tears welled in my eyes.
Before I knew it, I broke into loud sobs like a child before him. I thought he was dead, and I was all alone. I should be sad that he survived the attack, but I wasn't.
I covered my face with my palms, so ashamed that this was all I could do before him. I couldn't hold back my tears one bit, and one would think he was still my heartthrob with how I was wailing on his behalf.
Soon, I felt his arms wrapped around me, and of course, he still had that foul smell of a demon, and I thought it was the reason his death was near.
I relaxed my body on his. Maybe I should just feel it now before he died since there was no alternative as it stood. The curse was more brutal than they thought it was, and I now hated that he had such a thing.
My eyes were heating up when I pulled away from him. I looked up to him, and he cupped my face with his palms. “Knox! Knox!!” I cried out again, and I couldn't believe he kissed me deeply, even with those tears streaming down my cheeks.
This was why Dean disliked me, for developing such emotions for someone I was supposed to jubilate over his coming death. I thought it was the matebond, but my wolf was yet to pick up from the poisonous rope used on me, so this was just truly me, wailing in the arms of my enemy.
“Phoebe, could you be my cook before my demise? I want to eat your meal even at the point of death,” he whispered to my ear, and those words caused goosebumps to splatter all over me.