The Betrayed Alpha’s Daughter

The Masked Man

LUCILLE'S POV

My heart squeezed tightly against my rib cage as her words settled in my head. Was there a witness to my father's case? Why wasn’t I aware?

The pack of elder council had given verdicts based on evidence, and not a single witness came to defend him. In fact, it was too hard for anyone to defend Father; the evidence was as clear as water.

And now, there was an eyewitness to prove that my Father was innocent?

“I just found out from the detectives,” Beatrice said, passing me a picture of a man with a scar on his cheeks. I stared at it for Goddess knows how long but I couldn't fathom where I had seen him before.

“I heard he was going around trying to talk to the pack members that Alpha Darius was innocent and not a traitor, but I guess the news didn't travel to our part of the pack,” Beatrice sighed as she stared at the wailing child trailing the body of her mother as it was wheeled away.

My mind went totally blank for a second. An intense wave of anger boiled in me as I gripped the edges of the picture hard.

“How did he end up in the hospital?” I questioned, my voice low. Beatrice shuddered under my tone and breathed heavily before replying.

“He was ambushed on his way home. Suffered a head injury and had surgery a few days ago. It was successful and was recuperating before today happened,” She explained.

A gamma jogged towards us, handing me an evidence bag. “This is a used bullet from the attacks. Only three bullets were used during the attacks. The rest were weaponries, there's an initial on it, have a look.” He announced, and I creased my brow slightly.

Bringing out the bullet, I examined it keenly until I saw it. It was Lachlan's company's name.

That means he was right, the person attacking the pack was secretly buying arms from his company to remain anonymous and implicate him.

But do I trust Lachlan enough to believe he wouldn't do something like this? Yes, he gave evidence, but could I really trust him?

No, Lachlan and I had a deal; he wouldn't break it by trying to sabotage my pack. First, I need to find out who this witness is and know his connection with my Dad.

Then, I'd have to search for him and know whether he was alive or not. Because if he were dead, his body would be among those wrapped in a body bag.

Facing the gamma, I showed him the picture of the missing man. “Find out information on this man, who he is, and why he was missing,” I instructed, and he nodded before leaving.

“Are you really going to dive deeper in this case?” Beatrice asked, thinning her lips.

“This has everything to do with my Father, I will not rest until I clear his

name,” I mumbled.

I knew she had always joined the rest to crucify my Father for what he didn't do. Being a pack enforcer had made me realize that you couldn't trust anyone, even if it was your supposed friend.

This hint, this man… he was a key to unlocking many secrets, of which might clear my Father's name, but how exactly do I find this key?

I don't know if he's dead or still alive. Or was it a part of their plans to distract me from my initial plans with Lachlan?

My mind went back to the call I had received earlier, and I froze.

Wait a minute…

It was a man's voice, seeking help with an unknown number. Lachlan's words of the dealer using a burner phone rang in my ear, and I raised my brows in realization.

Could it be the man who called me for help this morning? But how did he get my number or a phone to call if he was kidnapped by these masked men?

A knot twisted in my stomach as dread of the unknown sucked through my bones. I could feel Sia, my wolf, whining in my head as we both tried to find a solution to this puzzle.

I had to find this man. By all means possible. But first, I needed to update Lachlan on this information and confirm if the number that called me this morning was the same number that had been purchasing arms from his company.

“How would you go about it when you didn't get his number?” Sia, my wolf, questioned reasonably, and I twitched my teeth.

“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath. Anyone in my shoes wouldn't have asked for his number after that cold gaze and threats he lashed at me.

Sighing heavily, I scanned the pack hospital one last time and stepped out, brushing away the dust from my coat. I made my way toward my car and hopped into it, leaning into my seat as I closed my eyes.

Visions of my Father's head rolling to my feet flashed countlessly, and I sucked in my breath as my eyes fluttered open.

Exhaling heavily, I tucked a loose strand of my hair before placing my hands on the stirring wheel.

Just before I could turn on the ignition, a figure suddenly caught my attention as he ran past the hospital alley.

Tucking away my seatbelt, I picked up my phone and ran out of my car to see who it was. Passing through the dark alley, I sighted his silhouette almost exiting the alley and increased my pace.

“Hey, stop there!” I yelled.

At that moment, the figure paused in his track, not moving nor turning to look at me. I likewise reduced my pace as I began panting heavily, relieved that he actually stopped walking.

Suddenly, he turned to face me, and I froze, my eyes widening in shock.

“You-” I pointed my fingers shakily as I stared at the masked man, the same masked man in my dream.

From the flicker in his eyes, I knew he was smirking. Clenching my fist tightly, I began walking towards him with gritted teeth.

“You murderer!” I yelled, glaring at him as I continued walking towards him. The masked man stood rooted to the floor as if waiting for what I could do to him.

Launching towards him, I fisted my punch into his hard chest, and his eyes went cold, gazing murderously at me.

Channeling my inner power, I tried to lunge at him again, but he shifted backwards, pulling my arms to the side, causing me to stagger, and just before I could recover my posture, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and stared at him in shock.

“This was the spot I had pierced him. Now feel the pain he felt before giving up!” His voice was deep and cold, almost as ice.

I winced in pain as he pierced his knife deeper into my flesh, snickering and chuckling at the same time.

“How…dare you…fucker!” I managed to say, spitting on his face while he growled, showing his fangs.

I could feel my breath getting hitched as I fought to remain conscious. I couldn't give up, I didn't want to die the same way Father did, not now.

“Die!” The voice yelled loudly in my ear as I found myself drifting slowly.

“Lucille!” A familiar voice called from a distance away, and the masked man pushed me to the floor, dragging his knife from my flesh as he ran away.

“Arghh!” I yelled in a final agony as I closed my eyes. I felt my weight lift as they began calling for help. Slowly opening my eyes, I stared at my savior before drifting into unconsciousness.

It was him, Lachlan.