Chapter 20 Twenty

Sheila's point of view

I was left alone in my chamber, crippling to the floor. The door suddenly clicked open, I lifted my head up to find Morgan at the door. The tears that I had imprisoned rushed out forcefully, before I could stop myself, I was up on my feet racing to him. Instantly falling into his arms.

Morgan engulfed me, his hands holding me firmly, as more tears escaped my eyes.

When I got much control of my emotions, my blue eyes pulled to meet him.

"I really didn't do it…" I counted my words, hoping someone at least believes me.

Morgan remained silent, his silence shattering my heart. He was the only one I had hope in.

Quietly, he led me to my bed. I was seated and Morgan crouched before me. His bright emerald green irises were indecipherable just like his brother.

Morgan picked my trembling hands in his, holding my stare seriously. "Tell me everything that happened," he said, pausing. "Every single detail Sheila."

I held onto his hands like I was holding on to my life. I really needed someone to believe my words. Otherwise, there will be no way to prove my innocence. I couldn't send a word to my father, he hasn't even visited me since he deliberately handed me out to his enemy.

I sucked in my tears. Slowly, I narrated everything to Morgan, not leaving out any details.

As soon as I was done, Morgan was up, pacing back and forth. I had no idea what was running through his mind.

After a minute of silence, I asked him. "Please Morgan, tell me you at least believe me."

He could see the brokenness of my voice. He stopped moving. His eyes pierced deep into my soul, before sighing. "Of course, I do believe you."

A sigh of relief gushed from my lips. I couldn't stop myself from running into his arms again.

Morgan pulled me back to the bed. He crouched again before me, taking hold of my hands. "But the situation is very serious, the court is demanding you get punished for what you did —-"

I cut him off, sharply. "What do they think I did?"

Morgan nodded. "They want you to get the punishment for your actions for attempting to murder Killian and Thea. And you know what the punishment will be."

"Death," I replied, burying my hands in my silky brown hair.

Did Killian also want that? Does he really want me dead as well?

"They are all furious, mostly because if anything had happened to either Killian or Thea then all of us would suffer the same fate," He said calmly, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I've heard this for the third time today.

"Suffer the same fate? What do you mean?" I asked.

Morgan looked taken aback by my question. He averted my gaze and was up on his feet, resuming stalking the floors.

"That's not important right now. We need to get you out of this mess."

He was right. Getting me out of this mess was more important than anything else. My life was on the line.

"Did you recognize the person that helped you?" Morgan asked, and I fell silent.

I hadn't mentioned Kaiser Black was the one who saved me. I wasn't sure how Killian would take it, I didn't want to complicate my situation any further.

"Do you know who saved you?" Morgan probed, now sensing I was hiding something. He gave me that 'tell me the whole truth look'.

I groaned, rubbing my palm against my face. "I do know him," I confessed. "More like I've seen him before. He attended the Luna ceremony the Council held."

Morgan sighed. "Then that's good. He could stand in favor of you in the court."

That would have been possible if Killian didn't hate him. I still remember Killian's outburst that night. This will only complicate my case. I knew it.

"I don't think that'll be possible." I scanned Morgan's lost face.

"Why?"

"He isn't exactly Killian's favorite person. In fact, from what I saw, they despise each other." I was still scanning Morgan's face. He moved closer, now curious.

"Who is he?" He prodded.

I sighed. "It's Kaiser Black."

Morgan froze, completely speechless. He couldn't even mask his emotions. What was it about the Blacks that had everyone like this?

"Kai Black…?" Morgan resounded his name like his ears had heard wrong. At least it wasn't as venomous as Killian would.

I nodded.

"Why would he be in our very own territory?" Morgan asked.

I shook my head. Though deep down I was glad he was there, otherwise I would have been dead.

Morgan seemed lost in thoughts, or maybe the name had reminded him of something else. I really couldn't tell.

"Why would Kaiser help you?" He asked, again in disbelief.

"I don't know. But the fact is he saved my life," I pointed out what we should be grateful for. I had no idea what the animosity seemed to be between these people, but Kaiser didn't seem like an awful person. On the contrary, he was the opposite. I didn't know him well, but I can just feel he's not as awful as everyone thinks.

"That won't work. Killian would rather first rip his heart out, and then yours, before listening to anything we have to say." Morgan pressed his lips together in a lip tight smile, but one could see he wasn't exaggerating with his words. It made me recoil.

"What do we do now?" I asked, watching the last hope I had faltered before me.

Morgan sighed, rubbing his chin. "I have an idea, but I can't promise it'll work."

He didn't seem confident in his own words and that gave me less hope.

He came to me, "Trust me, we will get you out of this. I didn't bring you back here to just die." He gave my shoulder a small squeeze, leaving me alone in the space of my chamber.

I was alone for some while before Brielle and Ria came into my chamber. I was surprised they came to check up on me, considering everyone in the pack hates me now.

I explained everything to them, and thankfully, they believed me. If Morgan, Brielle, and Ria could, believe me, I just can't understand why my mate couldn't do the same. It hurt more than a dagger in my chest.

***

Third person's point of view.

There was a rush of heavy steps into the Black Blood's Packhouse. Lanky long legs made their way to the dining hall where Alpha Leonardo was having breakfast.

"Alpha," The man whispered, bowing his head down with respect.

Leonardo's gaze shot up to meet his, sensing the urgency in the man's tone. He knew it wouldn't be something he liked.

"What is it?" He asked, dropping the silver cup on the table.

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