Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 247 Shilah’s Curse
“JAEL!!” Shilah screamed as she watched the friend she had known for months go down to the ground, the sword stuck in her back.
Tears stung her eyes and her heart pounded heavily. She ran to her, dropping to her knees but only got heartbroken when she discovered it might be too late for her. Nevertheless, she pulled out the sword from her back and attempted healing her, but it couldn’t work.
“What did you do?” She whimpered as she stared into her struggling face, resting her head on her laps. “What have you done?”
Jael gasped for air. Her lips struggled to speak. But finally, she was defeated by the cold hands of death that came knocking a few seconds later.
Shilah bent her head and wept profusely, her heart tearing up. Seeing that the lady was dead, Dakota walked to the carriage where he said some words to the rider before leaving with his son. He walked away, leaving the carriage behind.
Shilah noticed him leaving but didn’t even spare a glance at him as she continued crying on Jael. Her heart ached and felt nothing but bitterness as she cried for a long time. How would Bastet take the news? How would she live the rest of her life, knowing she had no one? No child? How would she take such news?
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Shilah remained there for a long time, wishing she never brought the King to Azalea in the first place. She wished she had just respected Jael’s fears and never tried to make peace. Oh! She blamed herself. She blamed herself so greatly, she might never be able to forgive.
She thought of Bastet. How does she share the news to the old woman? There was no way she’d forgive herself if she watched the old woman cry over her daughter’s death. She wouldn’t be able to take it.
Soaked in guilt, Shilah stood up from the ground, her dress spattered with blood that irked her even more. Giving one last stare at the corpse, Shilah could not believe that was Jael lying in cold blood. She might have had a terrible past, but the few months she spent with her made her understand just how good she was. She had become a friend. How would she forgive herself, knowing Jael died because of her?
She dabbed some of the tears from her eyes before stomping to the carriage.
“Where is the King?” She demanded angrily from the guard. He had her son and she needed to go get him.
“He went to the inn, Queen Shilah. He asked me to bring you there when you’re done”, responded the guard, selecting his words carefully so he doesn’t take the hit for something he had no hand in.
Grouchily, she took a seat and the carriage moved.
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Shilah didn’t know how long it took them to get to the inn, her mind had been too occupied the whole time with pained and bittered thoughts. The moment the carriage stopped moving, she got out and walked in to the inn, meeting the female worker at the desk.
“Greetings…”
“I’m looking for the Alpha King. Where is his room?” Shilah cut the lady off who looked confused afterward.
Alpha King? The thought rang in her head. From her expression, Shilah could tell she didn’t know what the Alpha King looked like.
“Did a man holding a little boy lodge in here of recent?” She broke it down.
“Y…es,” the lady dallied, throwing suspicious stares at Shilah that whispered: who are you and why asking after the Alpha King?
“Take me to his room. Now”, she demanded.
And seeing the lady before her was desperate and furious, the receptionist led the way. They took some old creaky steps, walked down a hallway and stopped in front of a door.
“This is it, but …is that really the Alpha King in there?” the lady asked in a whisper, but Shilah ignored her and knocked on the door. Realizing Shilah was not in the moods for talk, the receptionist had to leave.
Shilah knocked again, and again before the door was finally opened for her. Her eyes glinted with unreadable expression as they stared at the King who left the door open before returning to the room. She walked in and found her boy asleep on the bed. King Dakota was shirtless and backed her while fixing some things on the table.
“I’m here to take Aksel”, Shilah said from behind, taking a big gulp with her eyes down on the floor.
“For what reason?” Dakota turned strictly and moved towards her. “Why would you want to take my boy away?”
Shilah lifted her gaze to him, since he was standing so close to her, she felt a little intimidated.
“I begged you not to do it”, she gritted. “You should have listened”.
“You should know I’ll always respect you, Shilah. No matter how difficult it is, I always try to please you. But if you think I’d apologize for getting justice for my mother, you lie”, Dakota stated brusquely and turned away.
“She was my friend!” Shilah yelled tearfully, but the King didn’t look at her. “Her mother is the reason I am who I am today. She saved me!”
“She TRAINED you, not saved. The Spirits made you what you are, Shilah. You don’t have to give the glory to a mortal”, he answered coldly, focusing on what he fixed on the table.
“I understand she k*il*led your mother”, Shilah went after him. “I understand she caused you pain, but was k*il*ling her the best option you had? What difference has that caused you? It didn’t bring back your mother, did it?”
“And what about your family?” King Dakota turned to her, his eyes glinting with anger. “If it were so easy to forgive, why did you take revenge on them? You burnt down their house and sent them away even when they came to the Palace”.
Shilah’s brows dropped immediately. Her heart gave a mighty leap as shock spasmed through her. How did he know that?!
“You think I had no idea?” Dakota covered up the distance between them. “I know everything, Shilah. I was watching you. Your family, they only t*ortur*ed you. They never k*il*led you, or anyone close to you. Yet, you couldn’t forgive and went ahead to punish them. But you stand here, chastening me about k*il*ling my mother’s murderer, simply because she’s your friend? Don’t be an hypocrite, Shilah”.
Shilah broke down immediately, falling to the floor as tears streaked her cheeks. Guilt ate her up.
“The same way you couldn’t forgive your family, was the same way I couldn’t forgive the lady that k*il*led my mother and had me cursed for years. So, don’t sit there and judge me”, Dakota added and turned away.
Seated on the floor in tears, Shilah laid curses on the real culprits – whoever had paid Jael to carry out the dirty task. She laid bittered curses on them – prayed to the Spirits to make them so sick, they’d die in three days. She also prayed to the Spirits to make it come to pass.