The heartless mafia Alpha king

chapter 55 Being a king isn't roses

Surprise and happy new month 😘☺️

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In the palace, maids moved about, but if you notice well enough, one could see the despair written on their faces, like the blue skies above their heads.

Shrouded in gloomy skies, it seemed like the sun refused to shine on the building.

Lisa stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes appearing out of focus. Currently, she is in Marcos' room. She refused to stay anywhere apart from his room. None of them made her feel as safe as her mate did.

Today, it has been five days since the blood moon, and to date, the report of casualties still flooded in like a tide, leaving Marcos occupied.

The huge man spotted a frown whenever she saw him. Lisa could only imagine how much damage was done.

From what she heard, it seemed the other supernaturals had turned their backs on the wolves, and together with the vampires, they rebelled and attacked Marcos' territory.

She sighed, running her hands through her hair. The bandages on her body had been taken off her that very day in the hospital.

Lisa stared at her hand which she had held up, and with her other hand, she touched her left wrist.

She alone knew how much pain she felt when trying to push open those massive doors. For a minute, it felt like her wrists were tearing themselves off her body making her think her hands were to become useless soon.

These were part of her pain on that day.

Lisa was a human after all, well, she thought she was, until her views were shattered.

She didn't even know what to classify herself as now.

Lisa wasn't a vampire, she was sure of that. She was not an elf, as she didn't possess those long pointy ears symbolical to them, neither was she a mermaid nor a bear shifter; as she didn't even know their characteristics.

What was she?

She thought to herself, longing to find answers that could put an end to those endless question marks popping up in her head but no one can explain.

Not Marcos, and certainly, not Will.

She needed to leave. She couldn't stay here any longer if she wanted to find answers.

It had been months since she had disappeared, and she couldn't bring herself to think of what might be going on with her mother. She didn't want to imagine the worst.

Lisa felt she had to push her plans forward regardless of anything or anyone.

She thought too deeply, not realizing or hearing the sound of the doors opening and closing.

"Lisa?" Marcos' voice brought her from her reverence.

"What?" She jerked forward, her head whipping around, as she sat hurriedly on the bed. "What are you doing here?" She asked, finally taking notice of the huge man. "When did you get in?"

She watched him purse his lips, "a while ago," he answered. "I have been calling you but you didn't respond. Are you okay?"

"No, no!" Lisa shook her head. "I was just thinking of something."

"Care to tell what bothers you?" He asked, walking to the bed.

"I was thinking of what happened that night. I heard from the maids that there were a lot of casualties." She lied.

It was true there were casualties, and she knew some of them but he didn't know she knew.

"You heard from the maids?" Marcos asked, "Why didn't you ask me directly?"