Все главы Till Death Do Us Lie: Глава 21 - Глава 30

~ QUADE ~My eyes flash, the streetlights glittering as I follow Logan’s car at a distance. The urge to shift, rip him to shreds and make it painful only growing with each passing second.A storm is brewing inside of me, and only his demise can satiate it. He had done something to her, that I was sure of when I returned from taking my call. After they left, I asked for the CCTV footage of our table and told them Eddie would come collect it soon since I had no time to waste.I didn’t trust him, not after how I have seen him treat her countless times.We turn a bend just as my phone rings and I answer it.“I got the footage from the manager, Alpha. I’m going to take a look at it now. The Gamma’s coming in case you need backup.”“I don’t. Just tell him to be on standby. Check the video from the point I leave the table. If he put something in her food or drink, it’s got to be then. I would have checked the glass, but I had no time.”“No worries, that’s what I’m here for, Alpha.”I hang up,

~ LAYLA ~My eyes fly open, instantly realising that a strong pair of arms are wrapped around me. Memories surge forward as I try to comprehend where I am. Flashes of Logan forcing himself onto me makes my blood run cold. A scream rips from my lips as I dig my nails into his arms, my eyes stinging with tears.He raped me! He raped me!I shove him away, managing to throw him off the bed as I stagger off it, my heart pounding as I look down at my naked body. I’m only wearing my thong. What did he do? What exactly happened? No!My head hurts, my entire body trembling as my eyes dart across the room, looking for my dress.“Layla.”“DON’T TALK TO ME!” I thunder, my eyes burning with rage as I turn and look at the man who stands up from the ground. Confusion flashes through me as I realise it’s not Logan but Quade who stands there – fully clothed, although his shirt looks rumpled.My breath hitches as I cross my arms over my breasts and step back.“What? Wait, what am I doing here? Why are y

~ LAYLA ~“Alpha King Quade…” Uncle trails off as he looks at Quade before lowering his head. “I… it’s an honour and a surprise to see you here.”He sure doesn’t look honoured.“If only it was on better terms, wouldn’t you agree? I’m the one who put this loser in that fucking state because he tried to rape your niece. And you believe him. What a shame. I’ll be talking to the council myself; I’ll make sure not only is his title of alpha revoked, but that he’s thrown in prison.”“I…” Uncle looks at Logan, frowning slightly. “I apologise on his behalf.”I stare at him in disbelief. He’s looking at Quade.“Really, Uncle? I’m the one who needs the apology, not the King!” I hear a small ‘hmph’ from outside and glance over my shoulder at Julian, rolling my eyes. He’s smirking slightly, something that makes me want to smile. Like me, he can see how ridiculous this is.“It’s a lie.” Logan denies.“We’ll decide that in court then,” Quade replies. “I will meet the elders.”“I will organise a meet

~ LAYLA ~Julian’s cold scoff breaks the heavy silence.“That was a pretty quick jump to marriage. Is that all the Lycan King has? I mean, we’re not even going to try to get this win in court. Instead, you’re going to just give up and resort to marriage? Unless, of course… that was the plan?” he asks, his voice as cold as the frostiest nights of winter.Quade’s brow creases slightly. “Do you really think I’d make a decision so lightly? Unlike you, who perhaps can act on impulse, my every move is thought out.”“Exactly my point. Was this a calculated plan? That’s what you're good at, right?” Julian counters, his eyes full of hostility.“Hey… ok, both of you stop. I’m not being forced into anything. It’s an option that Quade is presenting.” I reach for Julian’s arm, but he looks at me with such aggression that I retract my hand, my heart skipping a beat.“Layla, think about it. It doesn’t need to be anything permanent. We have a goal and as alphas, I know what it means to do anything for

~ LAYLA ~“Come here.”I raise an eyebrow at Julian’s command. He’s been grouchy all morning, and although I want to tease him, he’s gone back to calling me ‘ma’am’ which I now take as a sign that he is pissed off.I walk over, my coffee in hand. “Don’t get used to ordering me about. I think I might prefer the ma’am,” I remark mockingly.“Yeah, soon it’s all you’ll ever hear me call you,” he replies moodily. “So, remember with that fire there was a 3-minute gap in the footage, and we were looking into if either Logan or Drake contacted one another?”“Mhmm.” I nod as I perch at the edge of the two-seater sofa he’s sitting on, his legs are parted as he balances his laptop on one thigh not leaving much space, the other around a can of cola.“Well, there was nothing. However, at ten minutes before the fire, Dartmouth was caught on camera on a phone. According to his phone records there were no incoming or outgoing calls, but if you look closer…” He pulls up a blurry picture of Logan on the