You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 052

  Chapter 52
 
 
 
 
   Myra's point of view
 
 
 
   Lucas should be asleep at the moment, and that's an edge to sneak back into his office and gather infos on the Blue Moon thingy.
 
 
   I recalled to the last time I found a file, and was about to flip through when Neil chimed by. He'd stop me that day, and I didn't bother because Lucas went on to tell me about it.
 
 
   It is now after I've realized Lucas' words cannot be trusted I've decided to find out about the event myself. I'd thought he was my knight, but he was a demon on a scheduled date to pounce.
 
 
   I should have known. I should have caught his lies, my wolf is the smart one not me, I'm too gullible, too pathetic and an idiot.
 
 
   He told me the night I met him that he has an abusive father, that he basically grew up in an abusive household. How then did the narrative change towards him being an orphan? A kid who lost his parents to a toxic fight he'd said, and his siblings to a battle of the throne, situations that led him as the sole survivor and the ruler of the werewolf kingdom.
 
 
   I have forgotten, if my senses hadn't turn wary I'd still be in belief that he was my savior and the light to my darkness. That's what I get for trusting a pretty face and a sweet mouth.
 
 
   He'd sway me out of zone with his luscious smile, pleasant words, and a luring personality. And I had let him, I fell into his arms and let myself be whisked away to a greater peril.
 
 
   What would have become of me if Logan hadn't figure out a way to save me? Would I be forever stuck in that torpid hell of a place? And would Lucas just be fine and think all is alright with me?
 
 
   What does he care? I'm probably a possession for a better asset.
 
 
   I made it to his office, and goddess so good it was unlock. I went inside and straight to the drawer where I'd found the files, I pulled on it for access but it wouldn't bulge.
 
 
   Fuck! The mistake he did the other day that left the drawer safe unlocked wasn't considered this time around. The safe was now locked.
 
 
   "Shit!" I cussed as I sank into his chair, the smell of his scent raved over. Before I would simp for the sniff, now it smelt horrid and it disgusts me.
 
 
   I don't know how to pick locks or ever learnt how to. I sighed, this was a futile mission, a ditzy mistake.
 
 
   'Can't you break it? We should be stronger than the lock,' Salome mused.
 
 
   Albeit, I am a werewolf, I've never felt strong or wield any type of strength. I always believe Omegas are not meant to be strong, they're often regards to as the weakest wolf and that has always been my mentality.
 
 
   Therefore I've never channeled my strength, heck I've only shifted once. I lack combative energy or sense. I'm not the warrior type or kind, but I have to change that now.
 
 
   No more life is treating me bad and waiting for it to treat me good, it's time I make life itself treat me exactly how I want to be treated.
 
 
   No more wanting a knight in shining armor, no more expecting an angel with the biggest wings to drop by and flew me out of my miseries. It's time I face my demons, my culled fate and draw some limes.
 
 
   I firmed my grip on the safe's knob, and with one single plus hard pull, the knob flew out of joint alongside my hand.
 
 
   "Good goddess!" I tossed the handle away angrily, and out of frustration slammed a punch into the safe itself, my fist rammed through the wooden forcefully.
 
 
   A grin broke out of my face, "Wow!" I exclaimed as I continued to punch a wider hole into the safe till I could get the files kept inside.
 
 
   The first one I brought out wasn't what I was looking, so I dug further and soon all files were out on the desk, and none of it was what I was searching for. It was gone. I recognized the file compare to all these, that particular one has a brown cover with paper-like material.
 
 
   'That doltish beta of his must have told him we were snooping. If anything, this just further proves that he's a liar, he knew if we get our hands on that file, we'll find out the actual truth about that event. That Blue Moon is not going to be what he said it's going to be,' Salome spoke in theories.
 
 
   "Do you have any ideas where he might have moved the files? Would it be around here or somewhere else?"
 
 
   'I doubt, we just need to think of another way to extract the truths. I don't want us to confront him yet, but he needs to answer for Lisa. He told us she was a maid, and nothing except for that, he needs to explain why his maid attacked us for our intimacy.'
 
 
   "What are you doing?"
 
 
   I jerked at the sound of the voice and nearly lost balance. What's with people creeping up on me when I'm here?!
 
 
   I shot an angry gaze at the direction of the voice and was a bit shocked to see Madeleine, Lucas' sister leaned by the doorframe with a file in her hand and her hands rested on each other.
 
 
   "I thought you were like toast, heard from the mouths here that you're sick and in coma, is it a trick?" She tapped her chin with the file as she began to take slow steps forward into the room.
 
 
   "It was a trick, I woke up from the coma minutes ago," I answered, casually eyeing my surroundings for stuffs that could pass as a weapon.
 
 
   Lucas might be a liar, but my instincts trusted his words that were for me to stay away from this sister. She doesn't just seem shady, she's like a fluky menace.
 
 
   She stopped coming close when she noticed how uncomfortable I've gotten. "Hmm," she hummed while her gaze sized me down to the top. "Why do I feel like this is what you came for?" She flayed the file in her hands.
 
 
   The file looked awfully familiar indeed with what I've come to steal and flicked through, but I couldn't help my mind to wonder what it was doing in her hands.
 
 
   "Believe it or not my brother is not who you think he is, he's exactly what they say he is. However, I think you'd do the former- believe me I mean considering you're here for this." Her gaze narrowed to the file in her hands, accompanied by a slight smile.
 
 
   "I'm just confused," I pointed out, "And don't you seek your brother's destruction? If that file contains stuff that'd sabotage our relationship, I'd give to me and revel the ruse." This is my weird attempt at manipulation, and I wanted laugh hard at myself. But I need to get my hands on that file anyhow or anyway it takes.
 
 
   "You're not a pawn to what I seek sadly, you're just a piece I pity. Here, indulge yourself." She stretched the file out for me to collect, which I took without no hesitation.
 
 
   "Thanks," I mouthed when it has reached the palm of my hands, and was going to do as she said. Indulge myself in the truth.
 
 
   But I stopped when I nearly crossed out of the room, and turned back to face her. She's his sister, she seek his destruction she said, there must be a reason for that and a past also.
 
 
   "What did he do to you? I'm sure the truth is far from what he told me," I asked her, hoping she'd be willing to talk.
 
 
   "What did he tell you? I'm curious."
 
 
   I gulped and began, "He said you and his brother became rivals over the throne, and both died to the cause of that. Then when he got crowned, you return from the dead to wage war with him too and the only way to defeat you was put you to grave. And now you're back because it seems you wouldn't stay dead."
 
 
   Her mouth widened with a smile that soon bloomed into a big laughter. "Really?" She sounded amused. "Goddess I gotta hand it over to that man, he's a pathological liar and a monster," she added, still in chuckles.
 
 
   I just knew that would not be the case, something else definitely happened. Hopefully she'd share.
 
 
   "The motherfucker killed my brother, and killed me for trying to avenge my brother. It's a long story but he killed everyone in the royal family to get to that throne. He's something worse than a monster if that makes sense. If I were you, I'd run while I still can because what he has in store for you is far worse than I see that you've been through. That's my advice," she tone down her laughter and spoke to me, rounded up and step to motion.
 
 
   She walked past me and out of the room. Where I was left with the harsh reality that Logan was right all along, my happiness is actually the pending end of me.