Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose. Chapter 292: What she prayed for

Leilani.

For a couple of minutes, I stood there wondering if I was still in another kind of trance. If I was still unconscious and if this was so kind of imaginary world where all that existed were bad news and even worse feelings.

And when I finally realized that I wasn’t in a different world, I wondered if I had heard correctly. If I was going mad.

I whispered; "Gavin? What the hell did you just say?"

"That father is dead." He said again, repeating the bombshell he had dropped earlier; And as soon as I heard it this second ti, my heart literally crumbled in my chest.

I gulped, opened my mouth, snapped it shut and tried all over again only to fail at the very last second.

And goddess, I knew I shouldn’t feel this way. That I had no right to. I knew that I shouldn’t be this sad because one of the people on earth whose major aim had been to hurt had just passed, yet here I was with tears in my eyes. And you all are free to call a weak coward but my chest felt so tight, it felt like I would combust.

I held onto my chest, breathing through my mouth. And after trying for a couple of minutes to speak, I finally had the strength to ask; "How?"

"He died in his cell this morning. Poison. He killed himself after he learned of the explosion at Chalice’s cell. Or maybe that was just the excuse he had for doing sothing like this..." he trailed off with a voice thick with emotions.

But I could barely make sense of what he had just said. I am not a dummy or sothing along those lines, but sothing in his words had made my throat tight and sore with emotions. It made my body shake so badly, it was a miracle how I was still standing tall.

My knees buckled and I had to hold onto the wall for support. I rasped; "He what?"

"He killed himself shortly after he heard about the explosion and learned about how Chalice’s cell had been the most affected."

"But... but ... she survived."

"He never got to find out about that. I don’t know how he got his hands on liquid silver but he swallowed quite a large amount of it. He even ingested one of the tiny silver blades used to torture him..."

"That was how badly he wanted to die."

"How badly he couldn’t live without Chalice." Gavin finished coldly, sounding as though the words tasted like shit in his mouth.

He was grieving.

And I was.

But I was also mad and sad. I was also feeling betrayed and jealous. And Hades, I felt like a complete piece of shit.

I know— before any of you decides to remind — that I am not at the centre of everyone’s universe; But how does he get to kill himself for believing that sothing may have happened to Chalice when he was the sa person who had literally condemned to death many tis in the past?

Why does he get to love her so endlessly despite everything and I... I stirred the exact opposite feeling from him ti and ti again?

Tears filled my eyes at this thought, and my fingers slowly went limp. I felt numb. I felt like everything I could hear and feel were external, in the sense that they were all simply brushing against the surface of my skin.

And that was how I felt when the phone fell out of my grasp, dangling midair due to being held back by its elastic string.

"I hate you, Malakai." I whispered in raw pain even though I knew I felt quite the opposite.

And that was what made all of this even more terrifying. More pathetic.

The fact that I could never fully hate him despite it all. The fact that even in his death, I felt nothing but pain. The fact that I used to think one day it would get better. That he wouldn’t look at without seeing the words ’the result of my wife’s infidelity!’ boldly written across my head.

But that never happened.

Malakai hated even until death.

And as I walked away from the phone with my emotions all over the place, ignoring the way Gavin scread at to pick up the damn phone, and the pain— the ones almost forgotten about tearing through my body, only one thought remained in my mind. Only one wish...

—And it was that he would burn in hell for putting through all of this.

That he would suffer for all of eternity for making my life miserable, and then for killing himself just when it was ti for him to reap the repercussions of his actions.

And that... that was what I prayed for.

—

Kael.

The news of ex beta Malakai’s death hit harder than I expected it to, which was strange because by the ti of his death, it had already been established that he was a traitor and a murderer.

It had been established that he was to rot there for a specific ti due to the horrors he exposed Leilani to while growing up; So why the fuck do I still feel this bad for his death?

Why is my chest feeling so tight and heavy? Why does it feel as if a large chunk of my childhood had just been stolen from yet again and in the most brutal way?

Growing up, Malakai had been more than just a mber of the pack. He was like family, hence the reason we beca close to his children in a way. He was Father’s best friend and beta. Goddess, he even taught how to spar before father ever took notice of .

I pushed myself away from the wall just as three guards walked into the room. They all had their heads bowed and their faces rid of any emotion as Drogon, the tallest of the lot, drawled;

"Alpha, you sent for us,"

"I know you three are in charge of the dungeons, and I know that Ms Chalice has just committed a heinous cri. However, news of her father’s demise just reached us, and I fear that we would have to show her a bit of rcy at this ti..."

"Alpha," one of them suddenly snapped, causing to frown instantly as I slowly lifted my head to et his gaze.

He was never supposed to talk without being spoken to. He should never have opened his mouth, let alone interrupt in such a manner.

I seethed; "Co forward!"

He imdiately did as told and dropped his head, his eyes downcast as he said; "I didn’t an to interrupt you..."

"But you did," this ti, I did the interruption. "And I want to know why. Listen, your reason must be good, else..."

"She killed Jennifer!" He rushed out, and at first, I almost believed that I hadn’t heard him correctly. I feared that I may be mad and hallucinating; But one look at the guard’s face had thinking otherwise.

He was dead serious.

I gulped. "That isn’t true. Is it?"

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted his head slowly to et my gaze, like really et my gaze.

And I froze.