Alpha Magnus

Chapter 3: What? Why Don’t You Believe Me?

Mira Ashford POV

I ran from my pack… from my family, who I thought were the harshest fate could deal me. But I was wrong.

One mistake… one blind step… and I fell into the hands of another pack… a pack harsher, stronger, and deadlier.

Today, I stand before the Alpha said to have hundreds of mistresses and lovers.

The Alpha who shows no mercy, hesitates for no one, and doesn’t know the word "no."

The man everyone fears… including his own wolf.

"Mira Ashford, I will start questioning you, and you will answer every question. Answer well so it’s recorded that you’re cooperating, and your punishment may be reduced."

A man with sharp features, dripping with authority and dominance.

His icy blue eyes showed no mercy, no fault.

His light brown skin radiated strength and vitality, while his neatly styled black hair completed his strict, disciplined appearance.

Tall, broad-shouldered, he moved with calculated confidence, as if controlling everyone around him was second nature. His silence was deafening, his presence impossible to ignore.

I trembled, my voice broken, full of fear.

"P… punishment? What?"

He replied coldly.

"Perhaps seven years if you cooperate during questioning. If not, ten years or more… maybe I’ll erase your existence."

My voice shattered, and I screamed hysterically.

"What are you saying? Please, I swear I didn’t do anything. I swear!"

He looked at me, anger clear in his gaze.

"These things don’t go well with me. I’ve seen many like them. Now cooperate. Tell me who tipped you about the raid, and are there other branches of your organization?"

I cried, tears squeezing my heart.

"Organization? What? Why don’t you believe me? I don’t know anything about them!"

He shouted in my face, voice booming.

"Answer! Don’t make me force you to speak. Stop talking nonsense! The only thing you’ll gain is making things worse for yourself!"

I flinched, my sobs exploding with his shout as he slammed the table.

I felt a fear I couldn’t describe, oh God, help me… his appearance was terrifying, his body enormous.

I didn’t understand what he meant… Organization? What was he talking about? It was just a hotel… a disguised trap to catch wolves, as I later discovered.

It got worse when he pulled a paper from a file and threw it in front of me, yelling that I had to explain it. He found it in my bag.

I read it, tears blinding me, shaking and sobbing at the same time. My breaths came in broken gasps, as if it were slowly killing me.

I just wanted to explain… just to be believed… but I knew deep down that if I said one word he didn’t like, he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt me.

I said in a broken voice, words choking me:

"Th… this paper… when w… we came to the hotel, the woman at the re… reception gave it to us… she told us to read it… a… and I put it in my bag b… because I thought it was information about… how to turn on the lights and stuff, because it’s an old hotel… I didn’t think it was like this… I swear, truly, I’m not lying."

He approached me with indescribable anger. If my hands weren’t tied, I would have run to the far end of the room.

His appearance was terrifying, his body massive, his face aggressive with furrowed brows and eyes shooting arrows at me, full of anger and darkness I couldn’t describe, piercing my soul, gripping it so tight it felt like it screamed.

I never doubted he could kill me now, as if it would make him happy, leaving no chance for me to live.

Was it because he saw me as guilty? Just because I’m in this hotel? Could he really think I’m part of actions that harm wolf safety? Doesn’t he see how terrified I am? How I tremble?

Moments ago, I lost someone who cared about me, just because he tried to save me. I’m the reason he died. I called him after my argument with those at home. I told him to come get me. He got involved with me, took me to this hotel, and died trying to save me.

I opened my eyes wide, gasping when I felt a sharp slap on my cheek.

I turned to him in shock. How dare he? Does he have the right?

My sobs turned into insane screams and moans as his hand grabbed my jaw tightly, crushing it.

He looked at me with his strong eyes, my whole body trembling, barely able to breathe.

Tears poured uncontrollably, impossible to stop because of his solid grip.

I just wanted to plead with my eyes, to be believed. Didn’t he hear that eyes reflect the soul? So why isn’t he affected? Why is he doing this?

He pressed harder on my jaw and said:

"Stop talking this nonsense and start confessing."

My words shook as I answered with hesitation and sorrow.

"I… I’m telling the truth… I… I have nothing to do with them."

Magnus Thorn looked at me with suspicious eyes and said coldly:

"Do you think I’m a fool? Aren’t you the lover of that bastard Max!"

My pain increased, my head heavy, feeling my soul being pulled from my body.

I shook my head, trying to make him understand I was innocent.

I begged, told him everything, but he refused to let me contact anyone in my family.

I told him it was my right, but he refused. In reality, who could I even call? They want to get rid of me, no one defends my soul, breaking more with each passing minute here.

I should have known Max’s work nature. Lucas was right about Max, he’s mysterious, unknown… maybe taking the worst enemy in his life is this storm called Magnus Thorn.

He’s the Alpha who gets everything he wants, with no limits or restrictions. Money, power, influence, women… the whole world in his hands.

He was able to kill his mate coldly and calmly because she offended his pack, and the Wolf Council of the Organization decreed she must die. Alpha Magnus carried out the judgment himself… and he did it!