We'll Need You (Book 2) || Zainourry Story

Chapter 10- The aftermath

Once again, we find ourselves in the prison it's just that this time nobody can even make out anyone's shadow in the absolute darkness of the place. Along with the darkness there is complete silence as the cell is on the third level inside the basement meant for people guilty with heavy crime. Here the crime is standing for your own pride.

Marcel was crying softly while harry could do nothing to comfort him when he himself was one step away from bursting out in tears. This was not what he imagined when he said yes for coming to Doncaster. He thought it would be hard, difficult... but so unfair and filled with injustice, no never crossed his mind. He felt lost, tried, sad and most of all humiliated. Punishing one for darkness is a way of showing how evil minded the person is and how dark his soul is... Just the thought of this news reaching his family makes him wanna cry all over again. How can he face his parents after this level of humiliation.

Yes, he was angry... damn he was raging and heaven knows if he let's his anger control his mind then not one person will be alive here to tell the tale but he can't do that. He can't act stupidly cause it's not only the matter of his pride, it's a matter of his alphas respect. His alphas... How sad they might be.. they must be burning themselves in guilt and anger every moment harry spends in this prison.

He just can't figure out where he went wrong? Was it the punch or getting frank with the king or coming here in the first place.

It has just been a night spend in this prison and he was already losing his mind. There is a week more left..

While the two pitiful souls were suffering in the prison the beautiful sunrise in Doncaster never came. Surprisingly it was one in the afternoon with no sign of sun or light in the atmosphere. It was almost as if the sun has forgotten the path of the city or someone has placed a blanket of dark clouds over the sun blocking out any of the sunrise. Or its the karma of what the queen did.. who knows.

Now there are quite a few problems that arises with the lack of light. One of the main problems was the beautiful and exotic garden the queen has grown with such hard effort. Currently she was standing in the middle of the now dying garden staring at the only small sapling which continues to grow despite the lack of sunlight.

"My queen, the artificial light is not helping.."

"My queen, the excess fertilizer is not improving the condition of the plants.."

"My queen, the water is not being absorbed by the plants. By this rate they will all die by the night.."

One after one all bad news were echoed in the field. Of none to which a reply was given. The queen heard it all in silence while keeping her eyes fixed on the small barely there sapling planted by harry for almost two hours now. Some said she is feeling guilty while some said she is going mad; in any case the situation was not getting any better for anyone. There was chaos everywhere due to the sudden disappearance of the sun.

"My queen, there was someone trying to sneak inside the palace gate. Should I bring them here?"

"No not now Paul. I'm not in the mood right now."

"She just wants to talk to you. It's urgent she says..." Paul said again despite being dismissed. With a sigh queen walked towards the end of the garden where the women was being held captive by two guards.

"I heard you wanted to speak to me.. go on what's so important."

Instead of speaking she shook off the hold guards had over her but she didn't attack anyone. She just took off the robe she was wearing and turned her back towards the queen.

There were so many scars on her back that the queen had to hold back a gasp. Some of them were even fresh and still healing.

"Who did this to you?"