Framed

It has been a year and some months since i found out i was not only nursing a crippled alpha but, i was his hired luna. I remember the day I found out about this matter. I was  shocked as well as betrayed. And the rude words that Pharrell keeps on telling me.

"You're nothing but a worthless piece of human being who deserves to be hired"

"You mean nothing to me and you never will"

Those are ear piercing words, especially when I love him. I fell in love with him when he was in that wheelchair. Not the man who is now a walking devil with two feet. 

I had listened to the stories that he was a ruthless monster in a wheelchair. And everything was proved when he stood on the day the pack decided to go against him. That day he had slaughtered a man.

"We're not going to be led by a crippled Alpha. Not at this age. Luna had died, so I suggest Alpha Joseph take over the pack." Sir Harry said. And most of the men nodded at his words.

No one wanted to be led by someone who couldn't walk. How would he fight for his pack?

"I agree with sir Harry" A man named Benjamin said, agreeing with everything Harry said.

"Anyone who agrees with him?" Pharrell had asked.

No one dared to speak, but they were all murmuring minutes ago. And gasps left their mouths as they saw Pharrell standing.

He held the sword in his strong hands. With that Harry's head was chopped off.

I swear to the goddess I've never seen anyone being chopped in that way. I puked at the sight. 

But I didn't know that one day he'd have it in for me and not a day had passed by without me being tortured. Tortured for something i didn't do. 

I knew nothing about how the Queen mother had died. And I had no idea how she died. But, I was willing to do anything  to expose these bunch of wolves in a sheep's skin; except that they're wolves. Including enduring the pain unleashed on me.

I knew they were pretending. When in fact they hated Alpha Pharrell.

But, the most heartbreaking part is that I don't even know how to expose them. And Pharrell won't even listen to me. Even Elder Philips won't listen to me.

"Uncle Phil please let me out of here…i promise i had nothing to do with her majesty's death. I'm willing to do anything at all to prove I'm innocent"

"I'm sorry Ingrid, I can't do anything to help you now…you of all people must have learnt that Pharrell is hot headed. And stubborn."

"Your trial is coming soon. I hope you're strong enough to take the punishment "

"But uncle, I have a daughter. She needs me. I need her to survive." Tears threatened to fall out of my eyes. I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't control myself. The late Luna(Alina/ Queen mother ) had died and I knew nothing.

I loved her with everything in me. She showed me love and humanity. But, after her demise, life had become so uncomfortable for me. And the fact that she tricked me into being Pharrell's mate, didn't sit well with me. But I have to endure for six more months, since the contract said two years.

"My hands are really tied my dear. But I can only take care of Paula." Uncle Philips said. The poor man must have been afraid of the infamous ruthless Alpha.

"It's okay uncle. But, tell me, it has been over six months since the Queen mother died, why is it that they're only finding the evidence now? Unless someone is framing me?" This was suspicious. The Queen died a long time ago and they only found the evidence that implicates me now?

I'm sure someone is behind everything. But, first I have to get out of this hellhole and protect my daughter. And find who the hell killed Luna(Alina).

"Alright uncle, call your Alpha here… we have some negotiating to do…"

….

"Don't patronize me Cormac …that woman killed my grandmother, your mother!!" Alpha Pharrell yelled to his father, Cormac's face. He was a man so strong that he could defeat ten wolves in two minutes. He was a little old, with wrinkles showing besides his eyes and on his forehead.

"Are you sure she's the one who killed grandmother? Because from what I see there's someone who framed her!" Cormac yelled.

"Yes, I'm very sure"

"You shouldn't have done that," Cormac said with a booming voice. His son was ruled by emotions.

"What was I supposed to do? You want me to be biased when it comes to my so-called mate? If she committed a murder, then she'll be punished accordingly! And I'm going to make sure of that!

"

"She's your mate, for crying out loud. Now get her out of that hell hole! The goddess will punish you for this." 

"You're not gonna dictate to me Cormac. If i say she's not my mate she is.And the goddess can go to hell for all i care! Now get the fuck out of my way" saying that Pharrell left the study room.

He hated the sight of his father. What makes him think he could have a say in his life when he was never there for him. 

Cormac shook his head in disbelief. What has gotten into his son?

…

 I kept scratching myself. I was itchy. I had not taken a bath since two weeks of being shoved in the cell. And the damn dungeon is so smelly. I craved my little daughter's smell.

The food they served was so bad and tasteless. The place smelled like a rotten dead body or dead rats. I wondered how the prisoners managed to survive in this place. 

I leaned against the wall as I began my daily drill: counting the metal bars. 

'32' bars including the spaces between.

By now the number must've been embedded in my medulla. 

I sighed heavily as I looked at uncle Philips. I can see from his eyes that he pitied me; but I don't want his pity, I want him to do something…to convince his damn master to withdraw the charges.

"Hmm" I heard someone clearing their throat. Opening my eyes, I saw the person who had put me in this filthy place.

"You wanted to talk," he said with a stoic face. His expression was dark…

"Yes."

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