Chapter 122
“We know why,” one of them replies sharply.
“You want to remain as Luna and you know the pack witch would stand in your way to see the prophecy fulfilled, that’s why you had her murdered. We have had enough, the phoenix Luma is our Luna, she is the Alpha’s mate. It has been proven, she must become Luna and you must pay for your crimes.
“Alpha, we know she is your wife and currently our Luna and we personally meas you no disrespect but she is a criminal, she must be brought to justice and you deserve better, she has blood on her hands.”
“Yes Alpha,” another person adds sharply. “It is only out of respect fo we have not lynched this murderer!”
“I am not a murderer, I didn’t kill the witch, I didn’t kill anyone!” Leila yells in a frantic voice, her tone rising in desperation, her heart pounding in fear and worry, the confidence in her voice waning.
It is like the more she tries to make them see her truth, the more blinded they are to it and the more agitated they become.
“Tell the truth to your Alpha, did she really send you to kill the witch?” Tatum asks the man and Leila looks at him sharply, in shock.
Does he really need to ask?
“Yes Alpha, we have proof,” one of the warriors reply, handing a cellphone to Tatum
Tatum stares at the screen for a few seconds before he slowly turns his head to Leila, his eyes full of disappointment and disbelief.
“What is it?” Leila asks, her heart racing even harder, “let me see.”
She reaches for the phone but Tatum pulls it back, his grey eyes turn cold and his voice becomes as hard as steel.
“Take her away,” he replies and turns back towards the house and the warriors grab Leila.
“Let me go,” Lella yanks her arm away. “Tatum, what did you see? You must believe me, I didn’t do this,” Lella cries, rushing towards the door but her cries fall on deaf ears as he shuts the door in her face.
She yelps, turning back to the angry mob as they march towards her.
“Get in there, you criminal,” The guard spits venomously, throwing her into the cell and Leila winces as her body thuds against the cold steel floor. The smell of piss hangs heavy in the musty air and she can hear the rats squealing around her in the darkness.
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