Chapter 26 CHAPTER 026
Soren didn’t think he was this popular.
Didn’t think he would be chased down in a fucking shopping mall in fucking daylight with cameras flashing like blinding lights and reporters screaming his name as if he owes them something.
His guards try to hold them back, but the more they push, the more the crowd swells forward like starving wolves catching scent. It's as if they only care about what they want and get, not the least bothered by the fact that they might get injured.
“Mr. Fox!”
“Are the rumors true?”
“Is it true Mr. Montgomery is reconsidering the McLaren alliance?”
"Back up,” one of the guards growls, shoving a camera aside.
Soren walks briskly in the middle of the chaos, heading towards the exit with his head down, ignoring every camera and question thrown in his face. Soren curses under his breath. How did he get recognized? Why the fuck did he choose today of all days to come to the fucking shopping mall when he couldn't even afford anything here with his bank account? Maybe it was because Soren got greedy when Reign shoved his black card into his palm and ordered him to get whatever he wanted, and Soren took up the offer, and look how that fucking turned out to be.
“Mr. Fox, is it true you were once an underground boxer?“
“Is it true Mr. Montgomery rejected the Omega heir of the McLaren family because of you?”
More questions get thrown at him, and Soren walks even faster. For fuck's sake, when Soren signed his name on that damn paper as Reign's fake fiancé, he didn't sign up to become a celebrity overnight because this was fucking ridiculous.
“Mr. Fox, is it true your omega sister is on her deathbed, and your mother is an alcoholic who exploits you and doesn't care for her dying daughter?”
“Is it true you only agreed to become Mr. Montgomery’s mate merely to keep your sister alive?”
Abruptly, Soren comes to a halt. The words ring loud and clear in his head, followed by a sudden surge of anger that flows through his veins like hot lava, knowing these fucking reporters didn't just dig up his old life as a boxer but also know about his sister and mother.
Who knows what else they could find? Perhaps his birth certificate which clearly shows that he was born an Omega. This time, Soren is allowed to be paranoid.
His eyes darken, and he sharply turns to face the reporter who throws those words at him. “You fucking piece of shit,”
Soren doesn't think twice as he grabs the reporter by the front of his shirt and pulls him in roughly before his fist slams into his jaw hard and cold, knocking him out almost instantly as he hits the floor.
The crowd gasps, and the cameras flash even more.
Soren smirks in satisfaction.
~
“Mr. Fox,”
Soren snorts and rolls his eyes as an officer drags a chair to sit in front of him inside the interrogation room of the police station.
Apparently, he's being detained for knocking out a man in public. He didn't know where the officers came from, but one moment he was in the shopping mall with a swarm of reporters, and the next moment, he was surrounded by the quiet walls of a police station interrogation room, handcuffed like he was some criminal. Even his stupid alpha guards couldn't save him from getting arrested.
“How long am I going to stay here?” Soren hides the annoyance in his tone as he asks.
The officer doesn’t answer immediately as he places a thin file on the table between them and sits down slowly, studying Soren like he’s something he's going to enjoy breaking.
“That depends on how cooperative you plan to be.”
Soren leans back in the hard chair, crossing one leg over the other like this is a casual meeting and not a fucking interrogation room.
“Cooperative about what?” he asks flatly. “A man insulted my family. All I did was fucking react. It's not my fault he passed out from a mere blow. You alphas are weak these days,” he tsks.
“You assaulted a man in public, and he's pressing charges against you,” the officer corrects.
“He assaulted me first!” Soren counters.
“With what?”
Soren’s jaw tightens. He pins the officer with a stare. “You don't realize what you're getting into by bringing me here, do you, officer?”
Soren isn't the type to abuse power, but he needs to get out of here, and that's by using his fake fiancé status and power.
The officer’s grip tightens around his pen like he’s imagining driving it straight through Soren’s throat as his gaze turns murderous.
“You’re threatening me?” he asks.
Soren tilts his head slightly and shrugs. “No,” the word rolls off his tongue smoothly. “I’m informing you. It's for you to decide whether or not you wish to listen.”
“You are merely Mr. Montgomery's fiancée; you are not above the law.”
Soren smirks. “But Mr. Montgomery is above the law, isn't he? Imagine he comes to know you arrested his beloved fiancée?”
Soren shakes his head as if he pities the man. “You have such a bright future ahead of you; I don't think you will want to ruin that. I'll advise you to think twice and just let me go, and I'll pretend this never happened.”
Soren can only hope that Reign will come save him and not leave him to rot in jail if all of his shitty talk doesn't work.
The officer’s hands twitch slightly, but he masks it by slamming his palm on the table and rising to his feet, eyes blazing with anger. “Threatening an officer is punishable by law. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you remain locked up for a very long time. That should teach you some manners,” he huffs, and then he storms off to the door, but the moment he swings the door open, he comes face-to-face with the devil himself.
"M-mr. M-ontgo-mery,” the officer stutters, walking backwards while the air shifts and the room suddenly gets colder.
Soren smirks because speak of the devil and he shall appear.