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“𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥.”

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«𝐂 𝐔 𝐑 𝐒 𝐄 𝐃»
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Vincentius Dante

I UNLOCKED my door and as I was about to walk in the bathroom. My steps halted. My body immediately hardened. There lying on my bed was the head of one of my workers, Marilyn. Her head malevolently severed by her body. Her eyes were lifeless. I hastily mind linked Dorian to come in my room.

"King! What happened?" He said with shortness of breath. I didn't reply to him, he followed my gaze and wheezed.

"Marilyn!" He creaked. He walked towards the bed and couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Marilyn was the closest to Dorian. She was his aunt. I looked at Dorian who was harshly wiping his tears. I came towards him and patted his back trying to solace him. I called Hernandez who was shocked to see me but when I motioned him towards the lifeless head of Marilyn, his whole self got stringent.

"What? How?" Hernandez said trying to figure out the exact words.

"What happened, guys?" A voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw Luciano who was rubbing his eyes due to drowsiness.

When he looked at the tragic scene behind me he instantly sniffed. I looked at him with the question.

"That's so bad," he said in a low voice. I ignored his presence and turned towards Hernandez. We needed to arrange a wolf commemoration.

"Arrange a funeral by the woodsy Lake," I ordered Dorian who nodded and went outside.

"Luciano, excuse us," Hernandez said whilst looking at me. Luciano nodded slowly and went outside.

"Who did this?" Hernandez questioned in exasperation.

"I just came back around an hour ago and when I opened my bedroom door I had this sight in front of me," I said telling him the truth.

"I don't understand one thing. Okay, someone did this and we'll find him. But why did that person place the head on your head out of all the people," Hernandez said pinpointing the odd thing.

I immediately realized that indeed this was off. Why would someone do this? What's the point of this?

"It is a hint," Someone said from behind me. I turned around and saw Genevieve.

"Dorian told me," she said and I nodded.

"Her head is bitten off. It wasn't slaughtered. Look at how her nerves and veins are pared in a very different manner. As if someone was bloodthirsty," She said in commotion. Genevieve was an expert when examining something more like a dead body. Over the years, she studied medicine, and her help means a lot.

"What exactly do you mean?" Hernandez questioned.

"If something is slaughtered or sliced a more or less symmetrical pattern is made. Here, the case is otherwise. What I think is that someone has bitten off her head. Look at these curved and odd patterns. Her skin is dangling off in a very weird way as if there's no volume inside it as if all the blood has been either evaporated or taken out," I looked at the areas where Genevieve has highlighted. She was right. There was something unusual.

"And the fact remains, what is the killer or psychopath implying here? Why did he of all the people in this castle choose your room?" She questioned.

"A grudge," Hernandez replied.

"The person is an enemy. I don't know why, but I feel as if something bad is about to break down," Genevieve whispered. She looked frightened.

Once again my gut feeling rose. The same aggravating feeling came. I looked at Hernandez who was already looking freaked out by seeing the head.

Marilyn shouldn't have gone through this. It was me who had to endure the pain, not others. Just the thought of her going through such a horrid pain makes me want to rip that bastard to shreds.

By morning everyone came to know about the sudden death of Marilyn. Only our family members and close wolf guards knew about the cause of death. The rest assumed it was an accident. We couldn't tell everyone at this point, it's a threat. A danger.

It was a very tragic morning. Mother was severely affected because Marilyn was with mother during her hardest times. Right now, all of us were standing by the woodsy lake. Everyone's heads were down, it was them showing respect or maybe they were scared or afraid of seeing what's in front of them. The magnitude of despair was evident in everyone's eyes, nobody could even think of this day. The funeral was all black. Everybody had black clothes with white faces, eyes were swollen red.

The air was cool around us all, pricking us further as if the death wasn't enough. Dorian, mother, and even Bellamy had tears freely flowing down their cheeks. Everyone along with Marilyn's family was sharing their deepest memories and paying respect to her coffin as a sign of goodbye, even though she was already gone...far away from all of us.

We were unwillingly acknowledging the finality of death. It is hard for us supernatural creatures to face death. We take time to realize that death comes for all. A bitter truth.

Marilyn's coffin was beautifully made. She used to tell us that whenever she dies her body should be covered with pure white cloth and on top of it should be her favorite flowers, lilies. At first, we didn't pay attention to it because we thought this day wouldn't come but now that it has, it's hard to accept.

Our pack symbol was beautifully carved on it as well. She didn't represent our pack, our pack represented her. She wasn't just a pack member, she was family.

Following the werewolf tradition, Dorian lit her body with a torch of fire and instantly fire engulfed. As a king, I pushed her body into the lake. We all saw how her body traveled along the lake until it couldn't be seen. Her family and we stayed there for a little longer. It was getting dark soon, I advised her family to get back home.

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Bellamy Rose

How magical is to even live, to breathe, to move but all that ends when death takes over. When a person dies, they are only remembered for a day or two then people forget and move on. Getting to know about Marilyn's harsh death has infested this fear inside of me. I don't know how to feel when someone close to you dies. Papa has gone through this stage when my mother died but I still haven't. And honestly, I don't want to.

I don't want to go through the grieving process. It's so hard and difficult.

We were back from the funeral a little while ago and no one has said a word. Everyone is silent. After coming back Vincent and his two brothers along with the betas straight went to the office to discuss further, strengthening the security system. What made my body cold was the fact that someone had deliberately put Marilyn's head on Vincent's bed. This wasn't a coincidence, it was planned.

Goddess knows what is going to happen. Thank goddess, that I didn't see the head or else I don't know how I would've reacted. I didn't know Marilyn for a long time but the time we've spent is something that I will never forget.

I was sitting in the living room with Queen Aurora and Genevieve. Both of them were in thought. It was a tough day indeed. I decided to make some tea for everyone. As I was walking towards the kitchen I faint footsteps approaching me from behind.

Getting instantly alerted, I turned around and saw Luciano halting in his steps.

"Yes?" I questioned. Of course, I had to face him again.

"Nothing, I just want water. Can I have a glass, please?" He asked in his sickening sweet voice.

I nodded and started filling a glass of water.

"What do you think of the gruesome murder?" He asked out of the blue. I was caught off guard but I later gained back my posture.

"Whoever was behind the murder, may moon goddess rot him in hell," I simply said and handed him the glass which was filled with water.

"Right..." He trailed with his words and walked away.

Ignoring his unwanted presence I switched back my attention to making tea.

As I waited for the water to boil I couldn't help myself but think about the enemy that is trying to create this uproar. Moreover, how and who surpassed the high-security operation.

After preparing the tea. I brought the tray outside in the living room and offered it to the Queen and Genevieve. Both of them accepted it and gave a small sad smile in return. I made my way towards Vincent's office room and there stood Luciano eavesdropping their conversation. I cleared my throat and looked at him with narrowed eyes. He gulped knowing that he was caught.

"I-i just wanted to-to ask if they needed an an-any thing," He stuttered. Goddess, why is he even here?

He scurried off. I could feel the office environment heavy as I heard yelling noises from inside.

"What do you mean you can't! I don't care, Damien. Do whatever the heck you can and get me the footage," He roared from the inside. It was frightening to see my mate looking this angry.

I slowly and steadily opened the office room. He looked at me and I gasped. His eyes had turned red. Blood red. I didn't know what to do so I placed the tray of teacups on the table and ran out like a scared cat.

His eyes. My mind diverted back to those eyes. It was as if it wasn't Vincent who was talking in the room. It was as if something had taken over him. I shivered as I thought of those red fiery eyes looking back at me.

Since the whole atmosphere was down I decided to head back to my room. When I entered I instantly got enveloped into a very sweet scent. I almost recognized it, it was the scent of roses. I love roses.

I saw a bouquet lying neatly on my bed along with a little note. I smiled knowing that it must be Vincent with his cute antics. No matter how dull the day was he still made me easily smile. My heart melted as an inhaled the scent of roses.

I kept the bouquet aside and sat on the bed taking the note in my hands. I instantly opened it and it said,

'Soon you'll be trapped with me forever. Mark my words sweetheart x

-Your's truly'

I furrowed what was Vincent implying here? If Vincent wanted to say something to me he would directly do it then why the note? It's strange.

Must be him and all the love he has for us My wolf thought. I nodded in agreement.

Oh, Vincent...

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Chapter thirty eight!

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