Ileus: The Dark Prince

Chapter 626 – Deranged

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Olivia narrowed her eyes. "I am not lying, aunt Fuchsia. There has to be a reason for me to lie, and that too a solid one. Why would I lie for a person like you?" she smirked. "You are not worth my lies also."

"No Samus, she is lying," Fuchsia said in an exasperated voice. "Samuel is not Bernice's mate. That— that bastard must have got a witch spell for Bernice. She— she deserves someone better."

Olivia bent down and retrieved the knife that was lying on the floor beneath the folds of Fuchsia's gown. She turned the handle which glinted in the light and its tip glowed a dull red and gray. She took it close to her nose and sniffed it. "Poison," she said and gave it to Kaizan. Kaizan sniffed it too and his face contorted with fury.

"You wanted to kill Bernice's mate?" Kaizan growled.

"I didn't want to kill anyone. He was forcing Bernice to marry him. The bastard has cast a spell on him!" Fuchsia retorted. "I just wanted to scare him away."

"And why is that?" asked Samus, confused and very ashamed of his wife. "I called Samuel intentionally to meet Olivia. You wanted her to get married to someone within the pack and he is the only man who agreed to the alliance so quickly. Now what has changed? You knew very well about him from last few days, so what it is that has repulsed you to this extent?"

"Repulsed me?" Fuchsia retorted and scrambled away from Samus. "Have you seen yourself Samus?" she said with sarcasm. "You are nothing but a councilman at the beck and call of Vaarin. My sister got the better of us when she was married to Vaarin by our father and what did I get? I got you. Kaia got everything a girl could think of and I got everything I never imagined in the shape of you. But I swallowed the bitterness down my throat and raised Bernice to become the best girl in the pack. She is so refined that even Olivia is nothing in front of her. Then why is it that Olivia gets the General of Silver Vales while my daughter gets a cavalry captain?" She looked at Olivia with hatred in her eyes. She pointed at her and said, "Bernice deserves Kaizan, not Olivia!" Her heart was seething so much jealousy that she was losing control over her mind.

Samus was petrified. His mind numb, he stared at his wife without blinking his eyes.

Fuchsia winced in pain and continued, "Do you know Kaizan that it was Bernice you were supposed to marry? But my stupid husband didn't even push for her. Had he pushed to get her married to you, my daughter would have got what she deserved. She would have got what I lacked—wealth, status and position in society." She glanced at her husband. "Not like me who is still living with compromise."

"And you think I would have married Bernice?" Kaizan scoffed. "Then let me inform you this—before I came to the Whiteclaw pack, I had already met Olivia."

Fuchsia jerked her head back. "You are lying."

Kaizan smirked. "I met Olivia before I came to marry her. My wolf had smelled her five years back. And once I met her again, I knew she was my mate. It was just a matter of time that we both recognized our bond. So, aunt Fuchsia, even if you would have projected your daughter in front of me, I would have chosen Olivia a thousand times over her. She is my mate and is now carrying my child!" He wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her close to him possessively.

Samus seemed to be shocked. His eyes flew wide open. "What? Olivia is pregnant?" A shudder passed through his body. "Gods above!"

Fuchsia seemed like she had eaten bitter lemon juice. "You two-faced wile bitch!" she shouted. "You conned the General in order to seal your marriage? But I won't let your plans work."

Olivia shook her head at her aunt. "You are a piece of art, aunt," she said. "Completely deranged." She gazed at her uncle who was so numb that his face was pale. "I am sorry uncle, but I need to tell you this—Bernice drugged and molested Kaizan when she had come to visit me. Had I not intervened in time, she would have gone to the lengths of forcing Kaizan to have sex with her. And in all her plans, aunt Fuchsia was involved."

Fuchsia was breathless and her wrist was paining so much that it had swollen. She yelled, "Shut up! Just go and get that bloody Samuel, Samus, if you don't want the history to repeat!"

Olivia didn't stop. "The crown prince came to know about her filthy act and they were both deported to the Whiteclaw pack immediately."

"She is talking nonsense, Samus. Don't believe a single word that comes out of her mouth. You go and check on Captain Samuel. I am sure that he must be hounding my poor daughter."

Shock blasted through him in icy waves. Samus got up and staggered behind. He clutched the edge of a sofa and his throat bobbed as emotions choked him. It was difficult for him to even breathe. He looked pale like a ghost at so many embarrassing revelations. He turned his face to his wife and said, "You didn't know that Samuel was Bernice's mate. Then why did you possess that poison-tipped knife?" Anger started rolling in his chest.

Kaizan stiffened. He remembered that, "You insisted that I go out to take a walk with Samus, while you took Olivia with you to the dining room. Why?"

"Because she wanted me to be alone over there," Olivia interjected.

Seeing that her ploy was coming to the surface, Fuchsia shouted. "You all are mad. The knife isn't tipped with poison. It is something that I use in the kitchen." She got up with difficulty from her place. She glanced worriedly at the door that led to Bernice's room. "Now off you go you old fool!" she scolded her husband. "Else that bastard will do something to my daughter!"

Fury bubbled in his chest and then expanded. With a roar he lunged at his wife and struck his wife so hard that she fell on the ground, her lips split and her face branded with his five fingers.

"Samus!" Fuchsia shrieked, bewildered, in pain as pain stung her cheeks.

He growled. "Why did you possess a knife that had poison? Answer me!"

Shocked as hell, Fuchsia didn't know what to say. If she revealed that the knife was from Murtagh, she was going to be thrown into dungeons. With wide eyes, she scrambled away from Samus and ran towards Bernice's room. She could clearly hear muffled voices from inside. She knew that Samuel had entered her room from the window. She was going to kill the bastard. Panting, Fuchsia banged open the door of her daughter and—

Moaning and groaning, Bernice was on the bed with Samuel on top of her, naked, thrusting himself inside her, shouting, "Yes Bernie, yes! Take me. I want to ride you!"

"Ahhhhh yes!" Bernice cried with abandon.