A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 63

Chapter Sixty–Three 

“Alpha... I am here today to confess my crimes of treason.” 

The room around me became icy cold, a deafening silence hanging as no one even dared to breathe too loudly. All of them too shocked over my words. 

And, among them, seeming the most shocked and hurt... my father. I hadn‘t told him what i‘d done. In fact, we‘d barely spoken the last few months since we‘d had that argument about Thea. Not because I was still angry at him, Goddess knew I was in the wrong there, but because I was ashamed. I‘d tried to force him into doing something that jeopardised not only his safety, but my mother‘s also. Even in grieving, it was stupid. 

Tytus looked me up and down, the only person who hadn‘t been affected by my sudden announcement. Knowing him, his mind was already thinking of ways to turn whatever I was about to say into something that could benefit him. 

“...Elaborate,” was all he said. 

Strong. I needed to be strong. 

“....,” I started, my voice choking up from nerves before I could get the words out. 

Focus. 

“I... I am responsible for the attack upon Ray, the warrior working evidence that night,” I finally said. “I went to acquire the knife for my own personal vendetta. In doing so, Ray and I got into a semi–physical altercation whereby he tried to restrain me.” 

I could feel Aleric‘s eyes on me, almost silently willing me to stop; stop before I said more than I needed t o. I‘d left him in that room without any room for discussion, knowing without any doubt that this was what I needed to do. 

“Regretfully, in my grief and rage,” I continued, “I ordered that he let me go so I could continue what I‘d set out to do. Ray then lost his footing in surprise, falling and inflicting injury upon himself. It was not my intention for him to get hurt... I was only determined for justice and it was an unfortunate result.” 

“...Justice?” Tytus prompted, his face unreadable as he listened. Like father, like son. They did that so infuriatingly well. 

“I believe wholeheartedly that the one responsible for Myra‘s death was the girl, Thea. I felt... guilty… wronged... angry that no one else could see it. So I made the mistake of trying to deliver what I thought would be justice; I wanted to kill her with the knife she used to take Myra‘s life… and I wanted to do it slowly, poisoning her insides with the silver. Only I wasn‘t strong enough to finish the job.” 

“Okay…,” he said, taking a second to let everything sink in. After a few moments, he finally adjusted in his chair, frowning. “So how did the knife end up at the Knight boy‘s housing then?” 

My chest clenched. I hadn‘t thought through what to say for that. Of course, he‘d want to know that information. In trying to avoid a war though, I couldn‘t just defuse one problem only to replace it with another. 

I looked to Aleric. Just a quick glance, my eyes flicking for only a second, but it was enough to see him ever so slightly shake his head. That secret would hurt everyone involved and only serve to create more conflict 

“...Cai and I are old high school friends,” I finally said. “A good man. He found me after I‘d fallen asleep in the woods and graciously allowed me to sleep on his couch. My father and I had fought terribly only 

Chapter Sixty Three 

hours earlier and I didn‘t feel ready to go home yet. I must have dropped the dagger accidentally during m y fatigue. I am thankful for his kindness.” 

“Well, you see...,” Tytus said, taking a deep breath after having heard my story. “Therein lies part of the issue here. You have been coming to me almost every week since Caius‘ incarceration, advocating for his release. Some might say... almost a bit too passionately. Now you‘ve come to tell me a story, on the cusp of war, where you claim to hold strong enough authority to override top tier orders. Only someone of Alpha blood could attempt something of that magnitude… so I‘m inclined not to believe you, Aria. Whatever this... motivation is, I feel that perhaps it might not be entirely without... emotional influence, shall we say?” 

I felt my legs go weak. He didn‘t believe me? And not just that, but he hinted suspicion over Cai and I‘s relationship. 

But, no, the only people who knew for certain about that were Cai, Aleric and myself. Anything he believed, in that respect, would have to be speculation at best. So long as I didn‘t provide that confirmation myself, he wouldn‘t be able to prove it. 

“Alpha,” I said between clenched teeth. “With all due respect, I would remind you that I am also a Saintess, not just a mere Beta heir. Whilst I vehemently regret my actions that ultimately undermined your authority, I am fully capable of the events I spoke of today.” 

“Very well then...,” he said before raising an eyebrow questioningly, almost daring me to argue back. “... Prove it.” 

Prove… it? 

“Alpha? I don‘t think I understand your meaning.” 

authority to override even commands from an Alpha. So, prove it... or I will be forced to not believe your

used that tone of authority, it had almost killed me. I still vividly remembered the increasingly worse effects it had on

it once more. Not just that, but to demonstrate it in front of Tytus and the entire council so

it kill me

warrior in, please,” Tytus

as the doors to the hall were opened and a warrior stepped inside, approaching to

“Alpha,” they greeted. 

Pardon me whilst I do this, but,” Tytus‘ tone then instantly changed to one of an Alpha, “I hereby order you to stand there until further notice. All further orders, regardless of who they are from, are to be disregarded until I personally excuse you.”

“Yes, Alpha.” 

at the faces surrounding me, all expecting me to perform for them. It wasn‘t as though I didn‘t want to prove it... more so that I hadn‘t been able to grasp ahold of the energy required to accomplish it recently; nor had i particularly

I paid a price. This... authority... came at a cost that was

planned to do. When I used the command out of desperation, it was

scrutinised me, observing my every move as though I was an opponent in chess rather than just a girl trying to accomplish something for the

determined you are now to save the Knight boy‘s life then, wouldn‘t you say, Aria?”

on either having me prove myself or allow for the wart o break out. Or was it perhaps that he wanted my claims to be true? That there was some outcome ne sought to gain from

reached towards where i remembered that energy inside me was. It was lurking, just out of reach,

out flatly. There was no more

do

I said, anxiety beginning to build itself up inside me. “I can‘t control

what I‘m hearing is that you‘re lacking

“I just–” 

He then turned his attention to an attendant nearby.

replied, leaving

that‘s not necessary,” | interjected. “I–I‘ll try again. I‘m sure I can

indicated that this authority is only achievable

behind me and I sharply spun my head towards where Cai was being brought in.

where I stood, disregarding everyone else present. He looked confused, worried... all things to be expected since I‘d kept this plan of mine from him. Most likely he wasn‘t even aware that his father had threatened war. But more so than that, he looked as though he wanted to say something to me, to question why I was here, but he

which case Caius here would therefore be innocent, or you‘re lying, in which case we‘ll be at war with the Silver Lake pack come sundown. The way I see it, if you are unable to accomplish this feat and Caius were to be killed

my breathing constrict in my throat, my body numbing. This was sick

going to

“Alpha, please don‘t–” 

disregarded until I

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a knife from his side and began carrying out his orders. “Alpha Tytus, are you sure you want

out but I was

fell on deaf ears though; Tytus didn‘t

for the attack however Cai expertly moved to avoid it. Even in silver handcuffs, he was still more skilled in defence than an average warrior, we all knew it. But the cuffs significantly

It came out more like a frantic plea than

continued to advance on Cai in a deadly dance for some time, every time getting closer and closer until, finally, his blade

“No!” 

fell to his knees before Anthony, his chest heaving from exhaustion and blood beginning to

one hand to steady him and, with the other, he positioned himself to strike...

And then... 

a burst of energy

required. 

to make the final strike

said don‘t touch

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