He Is A Stranger
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CHAPTER 04
Finding myself behind bars wasn't part of my lifetime plan, but now, I sat behind these bars, wondering how it all went wrong.
My head is buried in between my knees as I sit, deep in thought, reminiscing on memories with Drake.
I met Drake a year after graduation. We had a few dates and kisses on those nights out, yet it felt like I was the most excited about the relationship.
I was so excited that I told my parents about him. That way, they knew he was the Alpha's son. They were glad that someone his rank was my fated mate, but then, along the line, our families had disagreements.
His parents had deflected a treaty we made with them, exposing war and nuclear secrets to enemy packs.
My parents cut all ties with the Lasko family, instructing that I call off the wedding, but I was in love...
I tried hard to convince them it was Drake's parents who did the unforgivable, and not my Drake, yet here I am, being taught my greatest lesson; an apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
One year after being mated, the signs that Drake was cheating on me began to show.
Each night he stayed out late, I would always feel griping pain, the type that made me squeeze my palm tight and bend over. Sometimes the pain came as a burning sensation, other times it was a wave of discomfort, hinting that my mate was cheating on me.
I had traced the lady, near enough to know she was my mate's childhood friend who had sacrificed some organ for him. But when I confronted him, Drake dismissed me as being insecure.
Little did I know that my mate's secret lover would turn out to be my younger sister.
The moment she came into his life, I became a faded memory. I became a shadow of myself, thinking I wasn't enough.
I saw the signs, but I loved him. Loved him so much that I played blind.
But now, I am no longer blind. The scales have fallen off my eyes and I can see clearly. Clear enough to know that I needed to get a life - Except I don't know what life I'd be living behind these four walls...
The rough jerking of the cell's lock banging against the metal jolted me to my feet as a female officer came to stand in front of the cell.
"Inmate No. 165, please step out and maintain order. You have a visitor in the waiting room."
The door swung open and I almost ran out. I loved and relished the feeling of freedom, even if it was for a few minutes.
As I walked, I tried to focus on positive thoughts like my sweet grandma, and the possibility of getting out of this place.
But then, the moment my eyes landed on him, I folded my fist, my body, stilling as I halted.
Instantly, I began craving my cell for that would be a better space compared to sitting in the same space with the monster.
The officer nudged me with her baton and I began walking towards him again.
After I sat, Drake tossed a paper on the desk, his fingers drumming the table in a weighty thud.
A look of confusion masked my features.
What was that for?
He cleared his throat, "Susan, I'm here to give you one last chance at freedom."
I chuckled bitterly, barely believing my ears. How sick of him to think my answer would change after getting arrested.
"Well let's hear it," I spat, looking into his eyes and firmly crossing my arms over my chest.
"Sign over there,” His voice hit my ears in the most unfeeling notes. He pointed at the upper part of the paper, "and I'll drop the charges or leave it be and ROT in jail."
My body trembled as I took the paper with shaky hands. I read the contents and realized. If I signed it, then, I was signing away my blood to Karen for as long as she lived.
The conditions stated that I had to donate blood to Karen each time she needed it.
My eyes darted to Drake, my eyes filled with hatred for him and the lethal desire to blot him out of sight.
Aghast, I drew back from the table. Surely, the man sitting in front of me - the man I mated wasn't Drake but a demon. A stranger...
Standing, I brought down my hands on the table in one feral strike.
"If you want a blood bank, then, f*****g get it at the hospital!" I snarled my response, pointing fiercely in the direction of an imaginary hospital building.
His jaw clenched and unclenched, a look of bottled anger in his eyes, as he stared menacingly at me.
I tried to repress memories of the beatings I endured for daring to touch him, my mate. Of icy desolation…
Memories of me losing my baby, of me suffering a miserable fate in prison, all flashed right before my eyes and somehow found a way to be expressed through my eyes as I looked at him.
He leaned closer, his elbows on the table, "Sign the damn papers, Susan…”
He paused, letting his words sink in, his eyes showing a wicked glint.
“Battery will earn you a few years in prison but what about the video of the incident two years ago?..." His voice dripped with malice as he left the weight of the answer on my shoulders.
No...no, I can't let that video slip! The mere thought of it drove me crazy.
My palms became sweaty and my lips wobbled. His question turned my legs weak forcing me to sink back into the seat.
Memories of the incident two years ago flashed through my mind and I decided I couldn't let anyone else know about it, or my life would be ruined.
I darted a fearful glance at him, my heart racing as I grabbed the pen with shaky hands, scribbling my signature on the paper.
A while after I signed the document, my handcuffs were removed and I was released due to wrongful conviction but I knew the truth...it was all Drake's doing, and I hated him for having control over my life.
I needed to reject and get revenge on him, but he had something against me, and he paid for my grandma's hospital bills too.
With no money or support from anyone, I could barely pick my pieces, talk more of having my revenge.
As I stepped out into the cool evening air, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I needed to stall time before facing Drake and his toxic family. A brisk walk to the junction would clear my head.
But as I turned a corner, a stranger collided with me, sending my papers flying. “Damn it!” I snapped, irrit
ation simmering just below the surface.
That was when our eyes met, and my anger froze in my throat. Familiar piercing gaze, chiseled features... What was he doing here?"
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