Alpha’s Virgin Wife Chapter 179

Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene

Chapter 179 Ryder’s Fears

“The poison may have been made from the blood of a witch, but there is no guarantee that it was used by a witch” King Dakota added, clearly reading the confusion on the people’s faces.

“What do you mean, Alpha King? Are you trying to call this a conspiracy?” Alpha Frosty asked, sounding like the most confused.

“Exactly my point, Frosty” Dakota bobbed. “Somebody badly wants this war to happen in order to take advantage of it”.

“What?” Alpha Apine scoffed, his eyes looking dreadful. “Who would dare such, Alpha? What advantage is such person meant to get?”

“Perhaps… taking over leadership from me” Dakota shrugged, his eyes scanning through the faces of every single person seated there. That alone made them feel like suspects.

“We cannot be so sure of that, Alpha King” Lord Ryder finally said something. “I mean, who would want to create this confusion and take over leadership from you?”

“Someone who’s envious and power – hungry” Dakota sneered.

“Now, listen, I am not up for debate and my findings are final. I do not know who exactly that person is, but my hunch tells me he’s seated right with us. You must be the d*um*best person ever if you think I’d let you take what’s mine – the d*um*best person ever.

“I know your intentions was to make me go to war with the witches, but well, Sorry to disappoint you – that isn’t happening as I have realized your trap and jumped away from it. But let me warn you that this should be the very last you plot such nonsense. For the next time it happens, I’ll be sure to fish you out no matter the length I have to go. And when I’m done fishing out, I’ll destroy you and your pack. I hope we’re clear on this”.

And angrily, he stood up.

“Let’s call this a day” he grunted and walked away, ignoring the murmurings of the people behind.

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“You did a great job, Alpha” Pishan commended as he walked behind him. “At least, whoever the culprit is would withdraw, knowing his plot had been exposed”.

“I hope so, Pishan. Cause I wouldn’t want to do anything nasty that would hurt other people” Dakota paused and sighed when they got to his door.

“You should go get some rest while I do same. And if anyone requests to see me, tell them I do not want to be disturbed”.

“Okay, King. I’ll do just that” Pishan bowed and left, while Dakota opened the door and proceeded into the room.

His entire body was craving Shilah and all he wanted to do was hold her. Perhaps, she might be sleeping already – he thought.

But getting in, he found her in a state he hadn’t expected – sitting on the floor with her hands and legs huddled together. He halted at the door, observing and wondering why she was seated that way like one in deep thoughts.

“Shilah?” He arched his brows and called. “What’s the problem?”

Shilah had been so absent-minded, she didn’t even realize the King had stepped in – not until he called her name.

“My King…” She sniffled and stood up to face him. “You…. you’re back”.

The sadness was so evident in her eyes.

“What is it, Shilah? Why are you looking this way?” Dakota asked, concerned.

And morosely, Shilah lowered her gaze to the floor. Was she to tell him the truth? But what if it sounds crazy and the King doesn’t believe her? Or what if it makes him become suspicious of her? No wolf should do what she had just done.

“What happened to the curtains?” Her heart skipped a bit when Dakota asked, looking at that direction. “Why’s the window just exposed this way? Who took the curtains away?”

Shilah had to think of a quick lie to tell. She had to hide the burnt curtain to avoid suspicious questions from the King.

“I uhm…. I pulled it down, My King” she gulped nervously, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

She didn’t want to get caught and didn’t want to do anything that would give the King negative thoughts about her. Oh! Dear Spirits, please!

“Oh. Why so? You… found the colors boring?” Dakota asked, touching her cheek tenderly, and seeing a perfect lie, Shilah bobbed her head.

“I see” Dakota nodded. “Sorry about that, alright? I’ll just have the maids bring in some new colors”.

“Thank you” Shilah blinked rapidly and swallowed hard. She was trying so hard not to feel nervous, but it just wasn’t working. she couldn’t help but fear what had happened to her.

“Hmm. Someone is still looking moody” Dakota sighed. “What can I do to make it up?”

“You… you don’t need to do anything, My King. I am fine and just need some rest” Shilah looked up at him and said.

“Are you sure about that? Or…. you’d love to go for a swim?”

Now, that was something that could help relieve Shilah. For the first time since the King stepped into the room, her cheeks brightened up with a smile.

“T…that might help” She shrugged and fiddled with her nails.

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“NONSENSE!!” Lord Ryder roared, kicking the table in front of him. “This is just absolute NONSENSE!!”

“My Lord, someone might overhear you” Draco said whisperingly from behind, uncomfortable with how much the angry VampLord had been yelling the whole time.

“And do I look like I care, Draco?? Tell me, do I???” He groaned and kicked the table again.

“That foolish man was supposed to fall for my tricks! He was meant to believe it and help accomplish my plans! How dare he figure it out and make me look like a fool?? How dare he?”

“I understand your pry, My Lord, but I do not think getting caught would help us out. We should…”

“What do you really understand, Draco?” Ryder scoffed.

“No, tell me- what do you really understand?? Are you forgetting I had a deal with the Hunters and soon enough, they’ll come for my head for wasting their precious poison. I was supposed to create this diversion, so during the process of the war, the hunters can join f0rces to fight Dakota and his men while I seize leadership from him. It was meant to be a win-win situation, but look what’s happening! I’m losing it all, Draco! I’m losing it all! Urgh!” He kicked hard against the wall.

“I will be done for, Draco, unless I come up with something else. I’ll lose it all”.

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