The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 112: The Painful Truth Part 2

I was breathing hard, overwhelmed by the emotions flooding through me. I just wanted to stop and cry myself to sleep.

“Yes, I will not deny who I am. I am… the daughter of the mad rogue and a Lycan—a hybrid. I am Veilos or Makayla Ellis. I am the same person. I am a spy who gathers information. I am the wanted woman you are hunting. I am that person,” I clenched my fist so hard my nails dug into my palms, “But I didn't kill Baron.”

He shook his head, “you do.”

“I don't! Yes, I was ordered to spy on the MadCrest Pride. I went there alone only to find the other dead bodies of the Lycan on the floor. I met a man who asked me if I was Veilios. He was the one who told me that the rogues were after me. Before we realized this, the rogues started hunting me and…” my lips trembled at the memory, “We fought so hard but there were too many, and the building began burning.”

Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I recounted the moment. "He saved me. His wolf resurfaced, and I felt him communicating with my own. He told me his name. Then he just pushed me out of the window to escape after revealing this," I held his gaze, "I unraveled the veils, Nick."

I will never forget those words. I tried so hard to decode the message, but I failed so many times that I just gave up.

As soon as those words left my lips, I noticed how he froze in his place.

“Please believe me, Nicholas, I didn't kill him,” I pleaded.

He looked away, his jaw tight. His cold demeanor held a sharpness and a piercing gaze that tore at my broken heart.

"Spare me the theatrics," he snapped. "What game have you been playing all this time? Who do you serve?"

"No one!" I cried.

“The fact you suppressed yourself from shifting and claimed you don’t have a wolf just because we couldn't feel your wolf? I admit that was a wise plan you had. No one had any idea or knowledge about hybrids, so I didn't suspect a thing.”

“I did that—”

“Or maybe you planned to make me fall for you so I would believe you? Is that it? And stabbed me in the back like the cunning woman you are. Maybe you're laughing behind my back while I shower you with my attention, huh? Tell me, is your plan to make me believe your feelings for me are real?”

His harsh words felt like another blow.

"My feelings for you are real. The emotions I showed you were real! Nicholas, please… don't ever doubt it,” I pleaded, “I like you—”

“BULLSHIT, FLORENCE, BULLSHIT! FOR ONCE, STOP LYING!” he seethed.

I wiped the tears from my cheeks as my lips trembled, “I like you.”

His eyes blazed with a mix of fury and hurt. “Is this how you express affection, Florence? Through lies and deceit?”

His words broke my heart. I was left speechless.

"If that’s your idea of showing affection or love, I don't want any part of it,'' he added sharply.

"It's not like that! Believe me, Nicholas, my feelings..."

He held up a hand, silencing me. "Save it, Florence. The charade is over. I played with fire, and now I'm burned."

His words cut through the fog of my emotions. Tears streamed down my face, washing away the anger and leaving behind raw pain. It seemed my fate was already sealed.

"It's not a lie, Nicholas," I whispered, barely audible. "I'm just a spy who fell in love with her mate, a hybrid caught in the middle of a war she never asked for."

He stared at me, his expression unreadable. But as our gazes met, a tiny flame of hope, fragile yet stubborn, ignited in my chest. Silence reigned, the only thing that could be heard was the ragged gasps of my sobs.

His gaze lingered on me for a moment, a hint of pain betraying the mask he wore. Then, he turned away.

"Clifford," he called, his voice cold and emotionless.

Clifford emerged from the door as if he had been behind it the whole time. His usually friendly gaze now held anger as he looked at me.

"Take her to the dungeon," Nicholas ordered, his jaw clenched tight. "Right now, she's a criminal."

The words slammed into me, drowning out any remaining hope. A punishment for who I was. A punishment—for the spy. Any hope I harbored sputtered out, leaving behind a hollow ache in my chest.

With a curt nod, Clifford approached me, his hand harshly grabbing my upper arm.

"Come with me," he said, his voice cold and suppressed anger.

I glanced at Nicholas, seeking even a hint of understanding, a glimpse of the man I had fallen for. However, his face remained inscrutable. Despair engulfed my heart, aching so intensely it felt like a physical wound.

As Clifford led me away, my last view of Nicholas was a silhouette, his back turned, etching into my memory.

We reached the familiar dungeon, the cold and damp cell that had served as my prison on my first day within the pack's walls. The cell door harshly clanged shut behind me.

Tears streamed down my face, blurring the already dim light filtering from the lamps. Desperation clawed at my throat.

"Clifford, please," I pleaded, my voice choking with sobs. "You have to believe me. I didn't kill Baron. Please, talk to Nicholas, tell him…"

But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Clifford's face remained a stoic mask, his eyes devoid of any hint of compassion. He simply shook his head, lips pursed into a thin line.

"How can we believe a spy? You are a person who lives and plays with lies. And I can't believe you've played us.”

“I didn’t—”

He cut me off, his voice dripping with venom. "He was starting to care for you, and you betrayed his trust. You betrayed our trust."

His words were like a knife twisting in my gut. I was left speechless until he walked away. As Clifford's footsteps faded, I slumped to the cold, damp floor of the cell. My mind settled into a numb silence. I closed my eyes, letting tears stream down my cheeks.