Alpha klare

Chapter 2

Meredith POV

I paced around, my hands trembling. I hadn't changed yet, still in the dress I used to hug my sister.

As foolish as it may sound, I didn't think I would ever want to leave this dress. Because it was what I wanted to be, where I wanted to be, and it still had her scent.

The door opened and closed almost immediately.

Alpha Damien, Margret and Ashley walked inside.

His eyes fell on the iron chair they had instructed me to sit on minutes before they left.

"Meredith, sit down. Make yourself comfortable," Alpha Damien said, pointing at the chair in front of me.

I almost rolled my eyes. "I know what comfort is, Alpha. Yes, I am a maid, but I see comfortable people all day and I know that asking me to sit in a chair in the interrogation room is not comfort!"

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. "What do you want?" I asked, even if I already knew what he was about to say.

I had seen this same scene happen before to the maid that served here before Morgana too.

"We… we want to discuss something with you," Margret whispered. She took a step towards me, took my hands in hers, a smirk on her face.

I snatched my hands from hers, watching as the smile on her face fell.

"What do you want?" I asked again.

Alpha Damien looked at his wife and then at me. She nodded, giving him the go-ahead.

"We… we are so sorry for your loss," he said quietly.

"Ashley here is sorry as well."

"As she should.” I answered immediately.

My eyes met Ashley's. Her lashes were still stained with tears, like she had been crying all this while.

Which was funny.

Because I was the one who lost a sister, she lost a maid, and she was crying in her fancy clothes and beautiful shoes while I was locked up and dragged away from my sister with the order that they wanted to interrogate me.

Stupid asshole!

Who interrogates someone that wasn't even at the place to begin with?

Ashley opened her mouth to say something; I raised my hand, stopping her. I had heard enough of her sorry. All I wanted to do was go and stay by my sister and spend the last minutes of her time on earth with her.

Not stay in the room meant for criminals.

"You won't be seeing Morgana again," he announced.

I rolled my eyes. "She is dead. Is it not obvious that I won't see her?" I asked.

Alpha Damien smiled, a thin line forming on his face. "I am your Alpha, Meredith. Talk to me with respect."

"And if I don't? What would you do? Kill me?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

Margret hissed beside her husband, glaring at me. I could feel the hate and disgust rolling off her eyes onto my skin.

She hated me.

She hated my guts.

Everyone around did.

Because they wanted everyone to be simps and I just refused to be one.

"What I mean is that you won't be seeing Morgana. You won't be allowed to bury her, and if you don't behave we will burn her body and spread the ashes into the air."

I paused.

Goosebumps licked my skin, his words echoing in my head. He had reduced my own sister to ashes that would be spread in the air. Like some dust.

I shook my head, taking a step back. "No, you can't."

"Yes, I can. And you know I can. In fact, I can start now if you don't go down and sit on that chair."

I looked at him, staring at him in disbelief. How could someone be this wicked?

I walked towards the cold iron steel chair and sat down.

"Good. Now let me run you through what happened."

"Why is Ashley not saying it?" I asked.

"She is indisposed," her mum answered for her.

I stared at the both of them.

One lied for her daughter and the other would sacrifice me for her.

And then I burst into laughter, at first just some dry laughter and then a real loud laughter that echoed around the room.

I ran my hands through my hair even as anger seethed through me. "She is indisposed. Your daughter," I said, pointing at her, "went out with my sister and brought back a dead body and then she gave me some crappy stories about Cain. Going to meet Cain.

The same Cain that is our enemy. And now she is indisposed?

I need an answer and I must get one!" My voice increased with every word that came out of my mouth.

"Shut up!" Alpha Damien snarled at me.

"No," I retorted, standing up from the chair. I walked towards him, pointing my index finger at his chest.

"You have taken all that I have from me. My family, my sister, my sanity, so if you think I am going to sit down there and let you e*****e me with your power, you made a wrong calculation. Your daughter there would start talking. She would tell me what happened to my sister. Because if she does not, it won't be funny!"

Alpha Damien narrowed his eyes on me, took a step closer and wrapped his hand around my neck. I smiled at him, not the cheerful one, no. The cold, dark smile.

"Cain and I have been dating for five months and your sister knew about it. Sometimes she delivered messages for me.

I went to meet him this afternoon as usual and he tried to force himself on me.

The place got rowdy and Morgana tried to pull me out, and in the process she stabbed him." She paused and added, "She stabbed him first."

Like it would make a point. "He fell and she managed to pull me out. We thought he had fallen unconscious when he came from nowhere and attacked Morgana.

I did what I could do when I found out that Morgana was dying.

I stabbed him, as much as I could, and ran away, trying to get her to the nearest hospital, but she died before we got there. That is what happened."

I stared at them.

And just like that.

They had summed up my whole sister's death in a three-minute speech.

I looked at her, from her scattered hair to her shoes.

There was no scratch.

Nothing.

Her nails were perfect.

For someone that claimed to be attacked, her skin was quite clear.

I heaved a sigh, running my hands through my hair.

Gosh.

I wanted to do something.

God knows I wanted to do something, anything. Maybe smash the iron chair against her head to make them feel a little of the pain I felt.

Instead I stared at her. "Fine. Can I go?" I asked.

Alpha Damien cleared his throat. "No. Alpha Klare has asked for his brother's killer."

I shrugged. "Tell him your daughter did it. She killed him."

I tried to walk past him; he grabbed my arm, holding me still. "You know how Alpha Klare is. He… he is ruthless and he is not just asking for her, he is asking for her, for the person who killed his brother, to be his wife. And we can't reject it. You know how bad he is."

I staggered back, freeing myself from his grip.

I could already understand where they were going.

How they would talk.

They obviously wanted me to take her place.

To lie.

To say I was Ashley instead of Meredith.

They had somehow managed to match every single thing from me, including my own identity.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No."

Margret immediately knelt down, tears rolling down her eyes for the first time. "Please, she is all I have," she whispered.

"And I do not give a f**k," I replied.

Which was true.

"You would say you are the one that did it, Meredith. You have no choice."

"Oh, I have a choice. I could say no and die. Let's end it quickly," I replied with a smile.

His jaw tightened. He took a step closer to me. "You are our own and we love you. You would… you would say you are the one. It was a mistake, he knows that it is Ashley that did it but he has never seen her face, so we can use you."

I tried to pull away but he tightened his grip on my hand. "If you do it, I will give your sister a befitting burial, give you back your family house and also make you the beta of this pack."

"Beta?" I asked.

"Yes. You would be by Ashley's side."

"As a maid, Alpha. Not a beta. Don't lie to me."

He swallowed hard. "As a beta. But if you don't, we will lock you in prison, burn your sister and give her body to the dogs."

My heart sank into my chest.

Morgana hated dogs, just as I hated my Alpha. In fact, she hated dogs more than him.

To offer her body to them would be an insult to her, to me.

"But it's Alpha Klare. He is known for killing his wives," I whispered.

Alpha Damien brought out a powder. "If you slip it into his drink early in the morning, I promise you that he will die in his sleep. It has been tested and assured."

I looked at them.

At the tribute of my misfortune.

If I played stubborn, I would never leave here, or I would be targeted.

But if I went ahead, I could survive. And I could come back for them.

"If I marry him, I am no longer your slave," I said.

Alpha Damien nodded slowly. "Okay."

I smiled. "Okay."

"He will soon be here, so just go and spend time with your sister and then pack your bags."

"Okay,m," I said with a smile and walked away.

Immediately I was outside, I threw the powder into the bin.

Why kill someone that could potentially ruin them for me?

Tomorrow I would be Alpha Klare's wife.

His fifth wife.

And maybe the day after tomorrow I would be dead.

But if I was alive.

Then I was so sure that they would not live to know what happened to me.