[Xavier’s POV]“Listen up, I heard that you would do anything for money. If you ask around, people will tell you that I am a very lenient and merciful King. If you tell me the name of the person who sent you, as well as where the rest of these artefacts and precious stones are, not only would I let you go scot-free, I will also give you enough money to live a better life,” I told him.“Alpha Xavier, what are you saying?” an elder roared angrily.“When I said he isn’t fit to be the Alpha, I wasn’t wrong,” Beta Emmet said.I ignored their comments, and focused solely on the shabby man, who seemed eager to accept my offer and looked like he believed me.“It’s okay. You can speak freely to me, and I will let you go. I am a man of my word,” I said.“I will tell you the whole truth,” he quickly said.A smirk played around my lips, and I gave him the go-ahead to start speaking.“The truth is that these are all the items I was given, and I was stealing a boat at the seaport because I wanted t
[Layla’s POV]The sweater I had been making for Elsa had just gotten completed. I yawned tiredly as I folded it and placed it on my dressing table, massaging my hands which were sore from knitting for four whole days, coupled with helping Xavier out with his cases.I hadn’t seen him in the last four days ever since we had an argument. Deep down, I felt like I was kind of in the wrong, but I wasn’t ready to admit that yet. I had gotten so angry and emotional and had ended up saying things I didn’t even mean to him, but he didn’t look like he had taken things to heart, so, why hadn’t he come to see me all this while?“Well, he must have a lot on his plate,” I muttered to myself. “Still, how couldn’t he come to see me even once?” I shouted aloud, feeling annoyed.A guard quickly opened the door and looked inside.“Can’t you knock?” I asked in a harsh tone of voice.“I’m sorry, I heard you scream and I was trying to make sure everything was okay,” he explained.“Yeah, it’s not a problem.
[Xavier’s POV]I hadn’t been able to sleep all day, owing to the anxiety I had. No one had seen Jeffrey yet, and he hadn’t showed up either. It was as if he was aware that we were searching everywhere for him, and he had already escaped.I really wanted the rogue’s confession to be all a lie, I really wanted to keep having trust in my best friend, I really wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way, but the circumstances made it way too difficult for me to have any kind of faith in him.His father had been devastated after his house was searched and the rest of the artefacts were found there, along with a lot of money which he didn’t know his son had been hiding. He pleaded with me to spare his life and to give him a chance to explain himself, but how could I give him a chance and believe him when he was on the run instead of succumbing to being arrested?It was with pains that I had disclosed where Evan and Koss were being held hostage to Roman, but Jeffrey hadn’t been found there
[Xavier’s POV]I swung the vase in my hand and before he knew what was happening, I aimed it at him and it landed directly on his head. I didn’t stop hitting him without mercy even when blood started dripping from his forehead.“What are you doing, Alpha Xavier? Why are you doing this?” he asked, looking at me with reddened eyes as though he wanted to cry.“You sleep with my woman and you’re asking what I’m doing and why I’m doing this?” I wondered aloud.“I swear to you, nothing happened between us,” he said.“So, you just mysteriously woke up naked beside her? Is that it?” I inquired.“I... I don’t know. I don’t know what happened, but I can explain,” he said, but I didn’t want to listen.“Save your explanation for your trial. I do not want to hear any of it now,” I said with disdain.“Trial? Please, Alpha Xavier, believe me. I am innocent and I do not have the slightest idea of what is going on here,” Jeffrey said, falling to his knees.I really wanted to believe him but my rage ha
[Layla’s POV]As soon as he had uttered those words, my heart felt like it had shattered into pieces. He couldn’t be serious, could he? No way.“Xavier, please, give me a chance to explain,” I pleaded with him.“There’s nothing you can say to me now. I saw everything I needed to see for myself. Thank you for making me make a fool out of myself, you did exceedingly well,” he said.“I didn’t do anything wrong. Please, you have to believe me. Didn’t you say you know when someone is telling a lie? Look at me. Do I look like I’m lying to you?” I inquired.He stared at me for a while, then looked away as he moistened his lips. “I don’t know what to believe anymore. I can’t trust my heart, but my head and my head tells me that you are lying to me,” Xavier said.“I am not, I swear on my life!” I screamed out loud as tears continued flowing freely from my eyes.“Of course, you’d swear with something as worthless as your life!” he retorted.“What? My life is worthless?” I asked, taken aback by
[Xavier’s POV]Three weeks laterI had stood at the door for a few seconds before the guard opened it for me to go in. He had apparently been deep in thoughts about something, but it didn’t change the fact that he had left me standing there for a while.“Why did it take you seven seconds to notice my presence before you opened the door?” I thundered.He bowed his head meekly. “I am very sorry, Alpha Xavier. My mother is terribly sick, and I have just been very worried about her,” he explained.I scoffed. “How old is this mother of yours?” I inquired.“She is sixty-eight years old,” he responded.I gave a snorting chuckle. “Parents die, get used to it. My father lived for forty-five years, and my mother died while she was having me at the young age of twenty-two. To be honest, your mother has lived long enough so I don’t know why you should be so worried because she is sick. If you know that you can’t concentrate on the job you were employed to do, hand in your resignation letter. I do
[Layla’s POV]My eyes were red and swollen from all the tears I had shed over the last three weeks. My body was sore, I had a throbbing headache, a burning fever and I ached all over. I even felt nauseous, and I had a mild cramp in my stomach, but with all that, that wasn’t the reason I was in so much pain. My pain came solely from my heart, and there was no doubt that my tears could fill up a river.No matter how many times I requested to see him, sent letters to him and sent messages through the guards to him, he just didn’t want to see me. He didn’t believe me, and he didn’t want to hear my own side of the story. He was done with me, and my heart ached because of that fact.Had I been wrong in thinking that the bond would continue to exist even if he rejected me? I didn’t know what else to think, except that he probably didn’t feel any sort of love towards me again and I should just stop trying.As I laid on the floor of the prison cell while looking up to the ceiling, I heard a kn
[Xavier’s POV]I belched loudly, then poured more wine into my cup and drank it all in one gulp. I belched again, then began to yawn loudly.“Don’t you think it’s too early for you to get drunk?” Veronica asked, concern laced in her voice.“It’s past 3 in the afternoon,” I retorted, opening the cork of another wine bottle.“Exactly. Why are you drinking so much in the afternoon? It’s not even evening yet, and you’re almost drunk,” she said.“Oh. I didn’t realise there’s a particular time to drink alcohol,” I said with a sneer, and with a loud hiss, I began to gulp down more wine.“You’ve changed so much. Do you realise that? Why are you talking to me this way? Last time I checked, I wasn’t the one that broke your heart,” she said.I stopped drinking almost immediately, and looked at her coldly. One look at her told me she regretted what she had said, but it didn’t stop the rage in me from building. The anger in my heart made my grip tighter on the wine glass and soon, it crumpled in m