Chapter 20: Why Did You Kill Alice

Eira’s POV

"Let me remind you," he said, voice sharper now. "He’s the current Alpha of the Dreadwyn Pack."

Dreadwyn Pack. I had heard of it in the past. They were the enemy of the Stormhowl Pack. But their Alpha? I had never known who he was. I didn’t even remember meeting him.

Roman didn’t stop. "After we killed his brother Keiren... your previous lover... Kaizan became Alpha."

"Keiren?" The name sounded distant, like something caught in fog. My head throbbed as I tried to search through the broken pieces of my memory.

"Still pretending?" Roman sneered. "After sucking him off so nicely back then, you forgot him? Tell me, how many men did you fuck back then while pretending to be innocent in front of us?"

His words hit like a slap.

There was that man—now I remember. He forced me to give him a blowjob, or he threatened to kill Alice while holding her hostage. But how? How did they know it? Only Alice and Sophia knew about that incident. I didn’t know who he was, let alone his name.

So he was from the Dreadwyn Pack.

Roman watched me closely. "Seems like you remember now. Your precious lover. Too bad. We killed him. Want to know what exactly we did with him...?"

"He was not my lover," I said quickly, my voice low, heavy with shame and fear. That memory still haunted me. The humiliation. The helplessness.

Roman’s expression twisted. "So what then? You just went around sucking off any random man?"

There was hurting sarcasm in his voice, as if he had just exposed some dirty secret of mine. And he took my silence as if I was admitting to whatever he was accusing me of.

"I... it’s not..." I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat.

"Why did you do it, Eira?" he cut in coldly, not giving me a chance to explain. "Why did you betray our pack? Do you have any idea how many people we lost that day? Our family. Our friends. What did he offer you in return to turn your back on us?"

Though I was shaken by his sudden questions, I looked at him, my voice low, my gaze filled with sorrow. "What if I told you I did nothing of that sort? That I was framed?"

He stared at me for a long moment, searching my eyes as though trying to peel away layers of truth. But I could see the disbelief etched across his face.

"And what about Alice?" he asked, his tone sharp. "Weren’t you the one who killed her?"

At the mention of her name, my heart stopped. A sharp, cold pain shot through my chest, making it hard to breathe.

The vivid images of that night flashed before me.

The gun in my hand.Alice falling.Blood pooling beneath her body.Her lifeless eyes staring up at me, still haunted me every night, asking me why did I kill her?

My throat tightened as tears welled up in my eyes. I looked away, unable to face him, unable to face myself.

Yes, I pulled the trigger. I killed my best friend, my sister. I killed her with my own hands.

They had every right to hate me. Because I hated myself for it as well.

That one sin made me think I deserved all kinds of brutal punishments till I died. These six years of suffering were nothing for taking her life.

"At least you won’t deny it. You still have some shame left in you," I heard him say again. "Why did you kill Alice?"

I didn’t respond. Only continued to shed tears, with my head lowered in guilt.

"If you feel even a little guilty," he continued, pushing the dish toward me, "then eat and recover quickly. Soon, we’ll record the video of all five of us fucking you and send it to Kaizan. That’s part of our revenge for what we lost."

Though I had no appetite and felt like puking instead, I looked at the dish. I will do everything they say, if that’s what it takes to make up for the sin of killing Alice.

I didn’t know who this Kaizan was, but whatever. I was going to be fucked by these five anyway. And if this is what helped them take their revenge on their enemies...

"I will do everything you say," I murmured, "but instead of food... can I have some drugs?"

I needed drugs to forget about that night when I killed Alice, or it felt traumatizing. With drugs in my system, it was easy to lock my mind from any pain.

Roman’s expression hardened. "No drugs. Your wounds won’t heal if you’re high all the time. Liam will come soon to check on you. Until then, stay put and focus on recovering."

I lowered my head again, resigned. Of course they wouldn’t give me what I asked for. The more I needed it, the more they would keep it from me.

"Finish it before I return," he said, standing to leave. "It’s light. Should be easy enough for your starving stomach."

I looked at the food he had left behind. A simple meal. A bowl of porridge.

But as I examined it more closely, my eyes caught something—an ingredient I recognized, something I was allergic to.

Still, I picked up the bowl. It was warm in my hands, the steam curling up and brushing against my face. The scent was faintly comforting, but I knew better than to expect kindness in anything they gave me.

Even so, I lifted the spoon.

The porridge was too hot, so I waited a moment before bringing it to my lips. After the first few spoonfuls, I barely tasted it. I just needed to finish it. That was the only thought in my head.

Then, without warning, the door burst open. Roman rushed in, his expression sharp with urgency.

"Don’t eat it," he said quickly, voice loud enough to stop me mid-motion.