The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

“Where is she?”

“She is back in her cell,” my guard responded, and I nodded before signalling for him to leave. After he left, I took a long sip of the whiskey in my hand. A groan left my lips as I thought of my prey and the next torture I should inflict on her. I wanted her to see hell, and what I had just done was only the beginning.

A knock landed on the door of my chambers, and without waiting for a response, the door was pushed open, revealing my beta, Matthew.

“I figured you would be here,” he said, and I sighed and took another sip of my drink.

Matthew sat beside me and then looked at me with a worried gaze. “Are you okay?” he asked, but I didn’t give him a response.

“The Council of Elders sent their sympathy to you,” he announced, still not getting my response.

We both remained silent, and I could feel his constant gaze, so I had to look at him. “What?” I asked because I knew he had something to say.

“How have you been?”

“You already know the answer to your question,” I murmured and took another long sip of my drink.

“I’m sorry about your loss,” he consoled me, and all I did was hum and take another sip of my drink.

Silence filled the air for a while until he spoke again.

“The prisoner, what do you intend to do to her?” he asked, asking the same question Aunt Victoria had asked.

“So many things,” I responded and saw the worried look on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was concerned about me or my prey.

“I met with your aunt a few moments ago,” he said, and I sighed.

“She is worried about you.”

“She shouldn’t be,” I responded, “I will be fine.”

“She is scared about what you will become because of your anger and pain…” he said while I remained silent.

“Why don’t you send her to the Council of Elders to be judged? I believe she will be given the death penalty.”

“No!” I cut him off. “Death is not enough. How can she die while I am here, wallowing in pain for the rest of my life? No, I won’t let her die. She will live but wish for death, and death will be far away from her,” I stated firmly.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“But…”

“No buts, Matthew. This is my decision. No one is allowed to kill her. Anyone who does will have to contend with me, not even you or my aunt,” I warned.

Matthew remained silent for a moment before getting up and looking my way. “I hope you know what you are doing, man,” he stated before walking out of my chambers.

They were all worried about me, but it was already late. The desire for revenge burned inside me, and there was no way to quench it.

“Alpha, there is someone here to see you,” my guard announced.

“Who is it?”

“She said she is the mother of Elisa,” my guard answered, and I sighed. “Let her in.”

The guard bowed and left.

I took a long sip of my drink while waiting for her to arrive. Soon, the guard walked in with Mrs. Ana.

“Greetings, Alpha Edward,” she greeted me with a bow, and I nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat, which she did.

She looked at me, and then she looked away.

“Where is her body?” I asked the first question that came to my mind. I was so consumed with pain that I didn’t think of Elisa’s body.

“She will be buried tomorrow. This is why I am here. I am here to inform you of her funeral,” she said to me, and I swallowed in pain and took another long sip of my drink.

“I can’t attend the funeral. I won’t be able to watch her being buried,” I said, and Mrs. Ana nodded.

“I will tell my beta to see you and give you some money…”

She nodded. “Thank you,” she said, and I sighed and sucked in a deep breath.

Silence enveloped the whole place before she spoke again.

“About Elisa’s killer, what do you intend to do with her?” she questioned, and I took another sip of my drink before responding.

“Don’t worry, I will make her pay for taking Elisa away from us,” I said, and Mrs. Ana nodded.

“Please make her pay, make her pay for killing our innocent Elisa,” she pleaded, and I nodded.

We stayed silent for a moment, and then she rose to her feet. “Can I see her?” she asked, and I knew she was referring to Amanda.

“Yes, you can,” I responded and called out for a guard who rushed in.

“Take her to see the new prisoner,” I told my guard, who nodded, and Mrs. Ana thanked me before leaving with the guard.