Chapter 5

Raven’s pov

Starting into those brown deadly orbs seeping with coldness, I felt something familiar.Those eyes, I recognised them…. Could it be really her?

But how is it possible….

Hoe could she be the Queen, how could the King let this happen.

I opened my lips to speak, knowing these may be my last words if not chosen correctly.

"No fire can ever burn you, let alone touch you if the one burning inside you is brighter than the one around you. "

As soon as those words left my lips, those dead eyes shone with a flick of an emotion. Phoenix's grip on the syringe loosens as she furrows her brows to seethe.

My doubt got confirmed.

She is really…. her.

" Who are y...ou?"

" Someone you may not remember, but you are someone I can't forget. "

"24th August, Filian Street, a house was set on fire. You saved my child."

" Risa"

Those brown orbs search for something in my determined ones and then click. Phoenix throws aside the syringe to move back, leaning on the wall she closes her eyes as if nothing happened.

" What do y..ou want?"

Her voice came cold, unhinged.

" I am your doctor, my Quee-..I mean Phoenix. I am here to help you get better."

Struggling to get up with my crippled leg, I reach for my suitcase, filling another syringe. If she is the Queen.

That means the child on her womb is our kingdoms heir.

I need to save them. Dammit!

She saved my girl years back without expecting anything in return. It’s my time to return the favour.

" I will not put anything in my system that these men offer. "

Her words made my hands stop. My eyes soften as I look at her.

I could understand that look.

She doesn’t trust anyone. And I don’t blame her. She shouldn’t.

The men here aren’t worth trusting.

Anyone could poison her or her child. It's self-preserving, nothing else.

" I understand. But I saw your recent reports. They look bad. Your blood pressure is fluctuating and because of no proper food entering your system, your sugar is at low levels. Your hemoglobin is way lower than normal, probably because of the blood loss during the torture. And if this situation persists.."

" It's harmful for the child. "

A few minutes of silence passed, and the Phoenix refused to open her eyes or say anything.

I thought this was it, she wouldn't say anything now, but she surprised me when she spoke.

" The child won't die that easily. It has my blood running in his veins. Don't worry. "

" But-"

" Leave."

Just one word and I felt a shiver travel down her spine. Her voice was conclusive, leaving no end for negotiation but I wasn't that easy to convince.

If there is one person here who can save her, it’s me.

And I won’t be giving up.

" Fine. I will leave. But how long will you be able to live like this? A month without food and water? 40 days? 2 months? Then what? Everyone wants you dead Phoenix-"

" And you don't?" I see those deep brown eyes opening to look at me. My moth runs dry.

" N..No. I want to help you. But for that, I first need to know the real Phoenix. I need you to be honest with me. And I promise you I will fight the entire world to save you. "

" Please. Just trust me. "

A smirk makes way on her lips. And I couldn't recognize this woman anymore. She felt sinister and sadistic, that angelic aura I had felt when I first met her seemed long dead.

She was a good soul.

One in a billion.

And I believed somewhere behind this cold exterior, she is still her.

She may look Dangerous , lethal and evil.But she was also helpful, selfless and kind hearted.

She had no fears, no desires, no regrets.

A woman who can lay her life to save my child, can’t be evil. A murderer.

I refuse to believe it,

" Are you going to write an autobiography on me?It seems you aren't aware that I am a villain. Not a hero, doc."

She comments to scoffs , sounding bored and I clench my fists.

Why? Why is she saying this? Does she herself believe she is evil? No.

I can't let that happen.

Never.

" That's for the public to decide Phoenix. Let me just help you. Please.”

Phoenix leans back on the wall again to sigh, resting her elbow on her raised knee.

She keeps staring at me, her gaze scrutinising me and then finally after forever, she nods.

Finally.

I hurry up with the medics. Who knows she may change her decision.

I bandage her wound and inject her with multivitamins. While I was dressing her injuries I felt her stare.

Her eyes were blank, lifeless.

Yet still capable to unnerve me.

“ Did he sent you?”

Her voice was soft unlike earlier. He? Who was she talking about? I bite my lip refusing to say anything when the realisation clicked.

She was the previous Queen.

Alpha King Zachary’s wife.

Does she expect your highness to save her and her child? A weight lodged in my chest as I saw it clear in her eyes.

She loved your highness.

Hope.

That’s all which is keeping her alive and I wasn’t so evil that I will snatch the only thing she is holding onto.

I don’t affirm. Nor did I refuse.

When a knock interrupts us.

“Doctor Raven, your time for the day is up. I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave."

Wilson.

Of course it has to be him.

Clenching my fists, I get up to turn around and leave.

“ I will be back soon, take care my Queen. Hold on.”

With this I step out and lean my back on the door to sigh. Raking my fingers through , I nod to myself.

That Wilson is a bastard and very bad at following orders.

I need to save her.

And I don’t think I have much time.

….

Wilson’s POV

"Doctor Raven, your time for the day is up. I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave."

I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching as her head snaps up like she’d forgotten I was even here.

Her brow furrows for a moment before she sighs and nods, closing the file in front of her.

The crippled bitch didn’t even realize her hour was up, too engrossed in whatever sob story that criminal’s been feeding her.

Raven leaves, closing the door behind and I look up at her.

Phoenix.

She Doesn’t bother looking up or acknowledging me. Instead, she stays curled in on herself, head down, ignoring Raven and me like we are not worth the effort.

Typical of this slut.

The door clicks shut behind , and the silence that follows is almost suffocating. I let it linger, taking my time, knowing exactly how to make my presence felt.

My boots echo sharply against the concrete floor as I enter, each step deliberate, drawing out the tension.

She doesn’t react—not right away.

I can see the way her body stiffens, though, the subtle clench of her fists. She knows it’s not one of her usual guards.

She knows it’s me.

Her executor.

The one who loves to pain her in her own blood.

I stop just in front of her and, without a word, grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back hard. She lets out a sharp gasp, her neck arching as I force her to look at me.

Those dead, empty eyes of hers meet mine, and for a moment, I see something flicker—a spark of recognition, maybe rage—but it’s gone just as quickly.

She hides it well.

Does she really thing her being pregnant gives her a leverage.

She is wrong. So damn wrong.

"Hey, beautiful," I sneer, my grip tightening. "How are you this fine day? Missed me?“

Her expression hardens, but her voice is calm, low, and clipped. "What do you want?"

I smirk, letting my eyes wander, trailing down her face, her neck, and stopping where that pathetic excuse of a shawl barely covers her.

She interrupts me before I can go further, her voice sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Eyes up here, bastard."

I bite back a curse, my jaw tightening.

Damn her.

Even like this, broken and bruised, she’s got a presence—a fire that makes it hard to look away. And it’s a shame, really, what I’m about to do to her.

I could have enjoyed a good fuck. But orders are orders.

"Answers," I say, letting my voice drop, sickly sweet. "I’m here for some answers, beautiful."

Her scoff is almost a laugh. "Let me know when you’re ready. We can start whenever you say."

The arrogance in her tone is enough to set me off. Before I can stop myself, I slam her head against the wall.

The sound of the impact is sharp, echoing through the cell, and she crumples to the floor, blood already pooling from her forehead.

I crouch down beside her, my tone dropping into something darker, more menacing. "Did you just roll your eyes at me, beautiful? Have you forgotten that I am well-trained in making the best of the best submit and beg at my feet for their pathetic lives."

She doesn’t respond. Not right away. Instead, she lifts her head just enough to glare at me through the curtain of hair falling into her eyes, a sinister smile tugging at her lips.

"Now," I press, my voice soft but deadly, "who is the father of the child in your womb?"

Her smile widens, and for a second, I think she’s lost her damn mind.

She laughs softly, darkly, her voice dripping with venom. "Zachary King. The Alpha of all alphas. The King of Werewolves. He is my child’s father."

The words hit me like a freight train. For a moment, I can’t move, can’t breathe. The possibility had been there, sure, but to hear her say it so easily... I can’t tell if she’s lying. I try to find the deception in her expression, but all I see is defiance.

"You...you’re lying," I stammer, though my voice wavers.

"Sadly, I’m not, Wilson," she spits, leaning back against the wall like she’s done with me. "Go and tell your Sir. The child in my womb is his."

Her casual tone infuriates me, but I say nothing. I stand there for a moment, staring at her as she curls back into herself, closing her eyes like I’m no longer worth her time.

What the hell is this woman?

Without another word, I leave the cell, my mind racing as I head straight to my office. I grab the receiver, my hands trembling slightly as I redial the last number.

"Any news, Wilson?" The voice on the other end is cold, sharp.

"Y...yes, Boss.”I stammer, swallowing hard. "The child in her womb... it’s the next heir of our Kingdom."

The silence on the other end is deafening. I can feel the weight of it, the tension, as I wait for a response. Finally, the voice comes, barely above a whisper.

"Kill both of them. Make it look like an accident. I don’t need the council to know I’m behind it."

"Understood, Sir," I reply, my voice steady now. "No one will doubt you."

I hang up, the sound of the receiver clicking into place echoing in the room.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I pull out my lighter, flicking it on and watching the flames dance.

"The fire I light is going to burn you down to ashes, Phoenix," I murmur, the anticipation building in my chest. "And this time? You will not be rising back from it. I promise."