Alpha Blake

Chapter 52 Duplicitous Carrie-2

"Ugh! Don't get attached to me kid! I'm not your mother. Thank god I never had any kids. I'd rather

die than bear any children."

Joseph's eyes fill with melancholy and his head hangs low in despair. Taking a long sigh, he takes

a step back and grips the knife from her hand slowly.

"Ok love. I will do as you say! Just give me a minute will you?" He holds her tiny hand in his, the

baby unaware of her danger, so tiny and frail to be able to open her tiny eyes, smiles towards Joseph's

direction, and yawns once more. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He sighs and softly runs his thumb on her soft skin. "I'm sorry little princess." He closes his eyes

and takes a long sigh, slowly he opens his eyes and realizes the room is far too quiet and eerie.

He turns and realizes Carrie is nowhere in sight. He turns from one corner of the room to the other,

NOTHING!

"Carrie? Carrie where are you?" He places the small knife down and lets go of the baby girl's hand

down, covering her to her chest with the duvet.

The room has somehow gotten darker, the candles that lit the room are now almost distinguished.

Just a few candles are still on, and just as he slowly makes his way around the room, a blast throws the

door open.

He stands paralyzed in front of Alarick and Dylan along with the guards. Shock, evident in his face.

"I should have known you and that wench were up to no good!" Alarick's eyes darken, he sneers at

Joseph, as he nears him. His hands fisted and knuckles white.

He grips Joseph by his throat as he growls loud in his face. "Where is she? Where has that wench

gone?" Alarick demands making Joseph tremble in place.

"I I do not know sir! I swear. I do not know." He holds his hands up defensively but Alarick does not

buy his cowardly tactics. He knows Joseph far too well, better than Joseph considers to admit.

"Lies! All lies! Search the premises!" He gestures to the guards as Dylan comes forward, taking

Joseph away from the room and trying him at a near tree.

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"Dylan, you have to believe me, young boy! I have no idea where your mother is, and I can assure

you she was not trying to harm anyone." He obliges to persuade Dylan, but to no avail.

"Save it, you perfidious scoundrel! I heard your conversation with her earlier today. You killed my

father! And for that, you're going to pay." Dylan takes a few steps back, allowing himself to turn to his

wolf.

Joseph's eyes turn from nerves to terror as the massive grayish-brown and the white wolf comes

to view in front of him.

His heart raises at a million per second, his throat suddenly dry as he gulps down harshly to utter

his words out.

"P please! A Ash Asher, please I beg of you. I meant no harm. Your mother obliged me to kill him.

Please, Asher, I beg of you! Show some mercy on this old lycan..... I'm begging you boy!" He pleads,

his lips tremble as he quivers and shakes.

Asher (Dylan's wolf) chuckles as his nose wrinkles and slowly makes his way, circling around the

tree, his long paws making tracks on the earthed ground and his long tail slowly erasing them as he

moves his massive body around Joseph.

"I always thought it was evident my father did not have an accident. It was too obvious someone

had set him up. Now I know why. You and that wench killed him. You will have mercy! I will give you a

heads up." With his claw, he drips the strap holding Joseph steady on the tree, Joseph's body falls to

the ground with a thud as the straps break him loose.

"I don't understand! What do you mean heads up?" He narrows his eyebrows in confusion and

runs the back of his neck.