Bound by the Alpha’s Vengeance

Chapter4

MIRA'S POV

The guards led me out of the cell and placed cuffs on my hands that bit into my wrists and ankles as they led me down a corridor I had not seen. The air changed the farther we went, cleaner and also unfamiliar.

Finally they stopped in front of a steel door and after they knocked once they shoved me inside. The room was bare except for a single table and two chairs. One of them was already occupied.

He stood as I entered, firing me a hard look. Just looking at him I could see the resemblance with Alpha Killian.

He was tall with broad shoulders and dressed in black. He had this cold aura around him and his every movement seemed deliberate. He stared at me like he was trying to look through my soul and his presence pressed down on the room like a weight, sharp and suffocating.

Reis Moonshine.

Alpha Killian’s twin.

Unlike the few images I remembered of Killian's warm smiles, Reis was unlike his brother and according to the rumors he was a cold and ruthless billionaire. His eyes were dark, calculating, and when they landed on me, I felt dissected.

I had heard from the inmates that Alpha Killian's brother was really ruthless and dangerous but after all these years he hadn't shown up. I thought he had chosen to let me rot in prison. That would have been merciful compared to the rumors I heard about him.

How he mercilessly dealt with his enemies and nobody could save them. Now he had decided to pay me a visit. So when I stood in front of him only one thought was on my mind. So this is how I die?

The guards forced me into the chair opposite him and stepped back, silent shadows.

Reis didn’t sit.

He leaned forward, both hands braced on the table. “Ten years,” he said quietly. “Ten years, and you still haven’t confessed.”

I met his gaze, even though my heart was pounding. “Thats because I didn’t kill your brother.”

His jaw tightened.

“Don’t insult my intelligence,” he said coldly. “You were found in his bed. Covered in his blood. No signs of forced entry and no other suspect and yet” his lips curled “You insist on playing innocent.”

“I’m not playing,” I said hoarsely. “I was framed.” I stuck to the story I have been saying for the past 10 years.

Something flickered in his eyes. Not of belief but interest.

“By whom?” he asked and I paused for a moment.

Although I had been saying I have been framed for the past ten years when I tried to plead and the Pack's court and sent an investigator to get a confession out of me. I had never actually mentioned their names.

But right now, Reis has come to make me suffer.

“Judy and Issac Steele.” I replied looking up at him with confidence.

Reis' expression changed and he straightened slowly, his expression darkening. “Are you saying your sister and your mate killed Alpha Killian?”

“No,” I replied immediately. “I don’t know how Killian died or who exactly killed him. But I know they were involved and knew what happened and I know they set me up to take the fall.”

“That’s a very convenient story,” Reis said, voice sharp. “Why would they do that?”

“They wanted what belonged to me,” I paused before continuing. “My inheritance. My parents’ company and everything. They needed me gone.”

His eyes narrowed. “And you expect me to believe this after ten years of silence?”

“I’ve never been silent,” I snapped before I could stop myself. “No one listened.”

Reis studied me, his gaze cutting and precise. “Then tell me,” he said. “How do you know they were involved?”

My throat tightened.

“That’s because they told me,” I said quietly.

That finally shook him.

“When?” he demanded.

“The day I was taken to prison,” I replied. “They came to see me off. They told me everything and laughed about it. They told me they framed me. Their plan was for me to rot in here while they took everything that belonged to me.”

Disbelief flashed across his face, raw and unguarded. “You expect me to believe two people would confess something like that without proof?”

“They thought I’d never get out,” I said. “They felt this was the easier way without raising suspicions. If they killed me just when the will was released the pack would suspect them. This was the easier way for them.”

Reis turned away, pacing once, his hand running through his hair. I could see the war behind his eyes: rage, doubt, grief battling for control. His expression showed that he was making sense of my story.

He let out a loud reel of laughter. “You really made a well rounded story. I'll give you that.” He clapped while laughing.

“I didn’t kill him,” I said again, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay strong. “I swear it.”

“You’re asking me,” he said slowly, “To accept that the woman I’ve hated for a decade might not be my brother’s killer? And that I should believe her story?”

“I’m asking you to look beyond what you were told.” I looked at him confidently with sincerity in my eyes.“Look at another perspective. Just once.” I added.

Reis let out a cold laugh that turned into a sinister grin.“Enough of your lies. Do you really think repeating it will change anything? You think you can manipulate your way out of this? Asking me to look at your perspective?” He laughed louder.

Something inside me cracked.

I looked at him, this powerful Alpha had already decided my fate before he came here. Nothing I told him would convince him otherwise so at this point I just felt exhaustion seep into my bones. Ten years of screaming the truth into deaf ears had drained me of fight.

“Then don’t believe me,” I whispered.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he hadn’t expected that.

I leaned back in the chair, chains clinking softly. “If killing me will finally give you peace, then do it. End it. I’m tired.”

The room went silent for a moment. Reis stiffened, his jaw tightening. “You think death is mercy?” he asked sharply. “After what you did?”

“I think,” I said softly, meeting his gaze, “that you already made up your mind long before you walked into this room.”

For a moment, something dangerous flashed in his eyes anger, wounded pride, maybe even doubt. My surrender clearly wasn’t what he wanted.

“You give up too easily for someone innocent,” he said.

I laughed bitterly. “No. I gave up because no one listened. Not the court, not the pack and not even you. The people I called family already betrayed me.” I let out a dry laugh.

I lowered my head and stopped laughing. “I’ve lost everything already: my youth, my dreams, my future. What’s my life compared to your brother’s?”

That did it.

His fist slammed onto the table, making me flinch despite myself. “Don’t twist this,” he snapped. “You don’t get to decide what justice looks like.”

I looked up slowly. “Then what do you want from me?”

Reis stared at me for a long moment, his chest rising and falling as if he were restraining something violent inside him. Finally, he spoke, his voice hard but controlled.

“If…if I choose to believe you,” he said, emphasizing the word, “you will prove it.”

My heart skipped. “Prove it… how?”

“You said Judy and Issac framed you,” he continued. “You said they confessed. Words aren’t enough. I need evidence of it. Something real and something that will stand against them. I will need you to get it for me.”

Hope flickered painfully in my chest. “And if I can’t?”

His lips curved into a cold smile. “And you’ll wish you had confessed today.”

I swallowed. “And if I can?”

His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unforgiving. “Then I will personally tear down everyone responsible for my brother’s death and let you go”

For the first time in ten years, something stirred inside me and a fire flickered in my soul.

My mind was filled with resolve and my eyes lit up. “I’ll find it,” I said firmly. “Whatever proof you need.”

Reis straightened, his expression unreadable once more. “Good,” he said. “Because this is your last chance, Mira.”

He stopped and looked at me again. Then he grit his teeth and placed both of his hands on the table.

“If you’re lying,” he said quietly, “I will make sure your suffering feels endless.”