Chapter 143: The Confrontation in the Dungeon
[Edward’s P.O.V.]
It took a lot to sort out my emotions. And once I finally did, I asked Patrick and Ad to co with to the dungeon.
There, I saw the man curled up on the floor. Dylan was present and Patrick half-filled him in. Once he learned everything I needed to, Dylan swore he wouldn’t tell.
I had to say, when I saw that man, I thought I was looking into a mirror. He looked exactly like and even slled like . Werewolves weren’t usually sensitive to their own sll but that’s because it ca from their own body. This was a completely separate individual which was how even I could sll my own scent.
When he saw , I could tell he was shocked but he resud his stubborn facade.
“Patrick! Who is standing next to you?! Why do you look exactly like ?!”
But the rest of us stared back silently at him.
“You used black magic to create a person who looks exactly like in order to seize power?! When I get out, I’ll kill all of you!”
“You have no chance to get out again.” I sneered.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“I should be the one asking you this question. Listen, if you answer my question honestly, I might be able to keep you alive for a while.”
“How dare you speak to in such a tone!”
Oh, it seed that he still thought that he was the Alpha. I should wake him up a little.
I had Patrick and Ad drag him out of the cell and bring him to another.
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“Tie him up.”
I watched them put on gloves and then tie the imposter’s hands and feet with hand and ankle cuffs. He started to scream, which was to be expected since those cuffs were made of silver.
The air began to sll of burning at as the silver chains corroded his skin. But since he looked like , I felt a little strange. I felt like I was punishing myself.
I pulled out a black card and tore it up. In the blink of an eye, the blue-haired woman with the crooked nose reappeared. Her appearance was so sudden that Patrick jumped and swore.
“Good evening, noble Alpha. I knew you’d need .”
When the imposter saw Annabel he finally looked fearful with a hint of disbelief.
“You d*mned dark witch b*tch! You betrayed !”
“Betrayed? Are you even worthy of betrayal? You’re just a pitiful worm who sold his soul to .”
I didn’t have the ti to listen to their idle chatter.
“Annabel, restore his original appearance,” said I.
“Yes, Alpha.”
Soon, the original appearance of the imposter was revealed and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was so thin and small – his cheekbones were prominent, his eyes were sunken, and he was a little bald. Even though he was still wearing my clothes, it looked more like the clothes were wearing him. I even started to worry that his hands and feet would be able to slide out of their shackles now.
“Annabel, you’re no longer needed. Leave.”
“Handso, I know I’ve done you wrong. But it was all business. Maybe next ti you can be a little gentler to .”
And with that, she turned around and disappeared. Patrick and Ad looked provoked by her words but now was not the ti to deal with her.
When I looked at the thin man again, his eyes now looked full of fear. But he sohow still had the nerve to curse the dark witch and everyone else.
“Who gave you the idea?” I looked at him.
“I’m supposed to be an Alpha!!”
I continued to ask him a few more questions, but he remained adamant to continue cursing. I didn’t have much ti to waste on this ignorant rogue. He didn’t seem to want to listen to anything else, or maybe he was delusional. So I decided to ask Dylan to keep an eye on him for the ti being. Then, I walked out and asked Patrick to get so ‘delicious’ food prepared and served to the rogue.
Of course, I wasn’t that nice of a guy. The food might be delicious, but once the rogue ate them, his esophagus, stomach lining, and intestines would start to corrode. Then, he would wish he were dead. But I wouldn’t let him die so easily. He still had to answer my questions and received the punishnt most deserving of him.
I headed over to Clyde’s house. I was surprised that he didn’t leave as well when Patrick told that Rose had left with Alonso. I needed Clyde to tell where he had taken her. It was the most pressing thing I wanted to know at the mont.
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