Chapter 462
I stand there, staring at her in some kind of disbelief. “We are cousins.” I mutter
“”Cousins?”
“That is how we are related. Your mother was my mother’s sister. That’s how you have Alpha genetics.” She creeps forwards, her fingers winding around the bars as she focuses on me. “Did you know her?”
“No.” “Oh.”
“She wasn’t spoken about, but my parents died when I was a kid, so maybe I just don’t remember. Her name was Amelia.”
“Thank you….hold on, you keep saying ‘was’. She was your mother’s sister. Her name was Amelia.”
“She’s dead.”
Her hands drop from the cell bars. “Sounds about right. I assume you don’t know how?”
“No. The book just had her birth and death date.”
A small frown appears and her tongue glides along her bottom lip. “There is a reason you are telling me all of this, isn’t there?”
“I want you to help me kill your brother.”
“What?” she squeaks
“Do I need to repeat myself?” I mutter
“No…I just don’t understand. Why do you need my help? You are the Alpha.”
“So he doesn’t see it coming.”
‘Are you seriously trusting this bitch?’ Nyx asks me
‘No, but I want to see where she stands.’
Samara turns around in her cell, facing the back wall, likely talking to Dakota. Her hands come up to her temples, rubbing them. She slowly turns back to me, “If I do this….”
“I might give you a chance to live.” I mutter
She mulls over my words, “Cooper is smart. He always has been. He just seems to be prepared for anything. Or maybe he designed it so that everything works in his favour. I don’t know anymore. It seems like I was blind to everything.” “You say that he is prepared, but will he be prepared for his sister to set him up?”
Her grey eyes hover on mine. “I don’t know. He has always been in charge. But that was before and now I don’t hear him.”
“How long?”
“Since Dakota made an appearance.” She pauses. “She says she is blocking him.”
“Good.”
‘At least she has some sense.’ Nyx mutters
“Can I ask you something?” Samara whispers. “Do you ever get used to hearing the voice in your head? Like the random sarcastic comments? Or the huffs they make when they don’t like something.” “No, never. Wait until Dakota starts humming, it’s enough to drive anyone around the bend. I will be back later.”
“Everything alright?” The guard asks me as he slams the door shut behind me.
“It will be.”
“It’s a shame about the packhouse.” He mutters as I start walking away.
“At least no one was hurt.” I smile at him and he just stares at me. Emerson was usually on guard duty at the gates, not here at the dungeons. “It’s unusual to see you working here.”
“I guess they felt like I needed a change.” He shrugs his shoulders at me, but I could see flickers of annoyance. “I quite like keeping an eye on the bitch down there.” He taps the dungeon door
‘He gives me a bad feeling.” Nyx mutters
‘This is the one who has issues with Lycans.’ I reply
“Do you ever go down there?” I ask Emerson
“”Why would I?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Curiosity?”
“I’m not curious about those assholes.” His eyes widen as he realises what he has just said. “I didn’t mean you…I just, they… she is taking up space and resources.”
‘Digging his own grave, isn’t he?’ Nyx smirks as he stumbles over his words.
“Are we?” I ask. “Are we taking up your home? Are we letting you starve? Are we killing you off?”
“That’s not what I was saying.” He protests
“Then what is your problem?” I demand, stepping towards him. “Because this isn’t the first time you have shared your dislike of my kind.”
His hand moves to the blade in his belt, but I was quicker. My claws pierce his chest as a loud bang almost deafens me. A small hole appears to the side of Emerson’s forehead followed by a trickle of blood. As he stumbles back, my claws retract from his chest and he falls to the ground.
I turn to see Klaus, his hand firmly gripped around Kades wrist. “Can’t let the prick kill a pregnant woman, can I!”