The Alpha's Omega Mate-Chapter 165 - 99.8%

~Zarek’s POV~

I woke up with a start, groaning when I noticed the large dent on my pants. My face flushed as images of the dream I was having just moments ago flashed across my mind, but I begrudgingly shook it off, wiping the sheen of sweat coating my forehead.

My body was soaked through and through, my bedsheets drenched in my sweat. But they were the least of my concerns.

My major concern was Dahlia.

The woman I couldn’t find, and the same woman who now plagued my dreams like the boogeyman himself— only that she wasn’t terrorising it in the way the boogeyman would. Instead, she was setting my blood on fire. She was making me restless, filling my head with images of things that I could only dream about, while leaving me with a thirst and hunger that no food or person could quench.

For the past three days, sleeping has become a tedious fit. I’d go to bed tired and frustrated, only to wake up worse because I’d been tangled in different strange sheets with Dahlia. A woman who wasn’t even here... one that I longed for in reality.

I groaned.

In the darkness, I waddled over to the bathroom, rinsed my face with some water, but knowing that I couldn’t return to sleep— especially after that weird passionate dream— I decided to channel this pent up rage into something else.

’You could channel it into looking for her one more time.’ Moartea suggested from within me, but I slammed away his words to the back of my mind, ignoring him.

Dahlia doesn’t want to be found. It was why she had made Dr Ava create a cloaking spell just for her, and I would not go against her wishes— even if it hurts more than a bitch.

So I draped a cloak around my shoulder, not bothering with a shirt and made my way to the dungeons. I had unfinished business there.

My mind went over a million and one ways I could get the truth out of Zorina, the traitor’s lips, each thought a more twisted one than the last, and upon arrival at the dungeon’s gate, my smirk widened.

Time to live up to my reputation.

However, as soon as I stepped in and noticed that it had been unlocked previously, my smile froze, I took in deep breaths, my nostrils flaring when I caught on a familiar scent.

"Alpha?" A hushed voice sounded from behind me, sounding as though they were shocked to find me here by this time of the night, and I turned around just as a bodyguard materialised in the dark, two others following behind him with their heads bowed.

"Alpha, good evening." They greeted in unison, bowing, and I barely acknowledged them because I felt uneasy.

Because I could feel the presence of someone else around here.

My eyes thinned into slits as I turned to face the bodyguards one more time, asking; "Was anyone here earlier?"

The one who had greeted me first, Abram, dropped his head. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, but due to how quiet it was, it rang out loud and clear. He drawled; "Yes, Lady Jennifer came in here to speak to the prisoner."

My heart plummeted. I frowned.

"And you didn’t bother to stop her?"

"She’s your Luna." He spat out frustratedly, "she even threatened to have our heads, so we had no other option but to let her pass. I think she’s still in there as we speak."

One thing that annoyed me more than their weakness was the simple sentence; "she’s your Luna!" My hands balled into fists by my sides, my jaws ticking with rage barely contained.

I brushed past Abram and the rest in annoyance, stomping into the dark corridor as my heartbeat accelerated.

What was Jennifer doing here?

And why the hell is she everywhere? Ruining everything?

My rage got the best of me as I made my way to the cell earlier assigned to Zorina and as soon as I stepped in, I froze. My heart felt crushed, even my so little anger amplified so much, I could even feel it suffocating me.

Because before me was Jennifer hunched over a beat up frame on the floor that I feared was Zorina. It was extremely dark in here, making it a little difficult to see exactly what was happening, and do you know what irritated me even more?

The fact that Jennifer didn’t even turn around!

I snarled; "What the hell is happening here?!"

And the sound of my voice, Jennifer flinched and a metallic object clattered to the floor, its sound thawing the ice that was the atmosphere.

And then I caught it. The metallic smell of blood in the air.

Goddess, how did I not perceive it earlier? It was so strong and so pungent that it almost had my eyes watering.

And with it came the smell of fear. Of despair. Of rage.

I growled; "Jennifer?!" But when she wouldn’t respond, I added; "What did you do?"

That seemed to snap her out of whatever daze she was in because then she heaved a sigh. "Do not speak to me!" She yelled back, not bothering to turn around.

"You found out that this bitch right here poisoned me... leading to the death of my child and you did nothing besides lock her up in here?"

I froze. "What the—?"

"She made me lose my baby! OUR BABY!" She snarled, turning around to face me and I gasped, taking a step back in both confusion and frustration.

"I don’t know where you heard that—"

"Don’t lie to me!" She cried loudly now, her voice breaking at the last syllable. "I heard you found the lady who poisoned the food that led to my miscarriage, and I came to give her a taste of her own medicine."

My heart stopped, my eyes widening. "What did you do?" I repeated.

"I killed her."

She had whispered those words but for some reason, they sounded so loud in my head that I momentarily went deaf.

I didn’t know how to feel about the news. I didn’t know whether to be concerned, irritated or downright upset that Jennifer had gone behind my back to attack Zorina— that and the fact that she did it for the absolutely wrong reasons.

"You had no right!" I seethed.

"I had every right!" She snapped back, and when I shook my head, she added; "She killed my child!"

"She didn’t!" I growled back, my body pulsating with so much rage, I could tear her into two.

But I couldn’t fully blame her.

Not when she was acting out of grief— but stupid nonetheless.

"Zorina isn’t the one who poisoned the food. She was detained for a totally different crime!" I shouted frustratedly, more angered by the fact that she’d chosen to do this her way and ruined everything for me.

Jennifer didn’t look convinced. She planted both of her hands on her hips, her eyes glinting with a wicked light as she stepped even closer to me— so close that she pushed her breasts against my chest.

"Then who poisoned my food, Zarek?" She seethed. "If it’s not her, then who the fuck did it?!"

"I don’t know."

"Okay, let’s say I believe that, what crime did this dead filth commit then? What did she do that warrants her being locked in here? And why was I told that she was the one responsible for my food poisoning?" She continued fiercely, but for some reason, the more I watched her, the more irritated I became.

My eyes had fully adjusted to the dark now so when I looked down at Zorina’s crumpled body, I didn’t miss the large slit on her throat nor how blood continuously oozed out of the open cut, staining the floor a bright red.

"That’s none of your business." I spat back at Jennifer who flinched at the sound of my voice. "Now, get out!"

"No, Zarek... I will not let you order me around like this! I deserve to know what happened to me? What happened to my baby! Our BABY!"

"Then have fun with the corpse then... since this way, I’m certain she can tell you all you want to know." I seethed, and with that, stormed out of the cell, leaving her screaming and chasing after me like a banshee.

Oh, how I dislike this lady 99.8% of the time!