Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret
Chapter 116- She’s Dead

Chapter 116: Chapter 116- She’s Dead

Damon’s pov

Carlos walked next to me with an unreadable expression. He didn’t know what I was going to show him.

His voice was low as he said.

"She’s been here the whole time?"

I nodded.

" I wanted to let you witness what betrayal looks like for yourself."

Betrayal. My tongue tasted bitter after hearing the word. Like an unhealing wound, the memory was still vivid. The burning feeling in my throat, the blurriness of my vision, and my utter shock upon realizing what was going on.

She was the reason I had nearly died. . . Nevertheless, I didn’t.

A weird uneasy sensation that I couldn’t get rid of got in my chest as we got closer to the heavy iron door that led to her cell. Quick glances were exchanged between the guards standing at attention.

I knew immediately that something was terribly off.

After that one of them moved forward. His throat was bobbing as he swallowed forcefully and his face was pale.

" Sir," he said in a tense voice. "She’s dead."

The words hit me like a punch to the stomach.

"What?"

As though he was worried about my response he paused.

"She. . . killed herself."

The air hung heavy with silence.

I stepped forward and demanded.

"What the hell do you mean she took her own life?"

"She requested to go to the bathroom," he said hastily. "We had to free her arms because she was shackled. She snatched a sword from one of the guards as soon as we did and— "He stammered

I yanked the door open and shoved past him.

I gasped at the sight.

Her body was still as she lay on the floor a crimson pool forming beneath her. Her blood-stained fingers held the sword tightly in her hand. With her eyes half-open and vacant her dark hair spread out around her pale face.

There was a twist in my gut. She was dead.

How am I supposed to know who had sent her to poison my drink?

She was meant to feel the weight of her decisions bearing down on her and plead for forgiveness. No not this.

I moved in closer crouching next to her as my chest tightened. Carlos was silently standing behind me. I extended my arm and ran my fingers across her wrist. It’s too cold.

In a neutral tone, Carlos remarked.

" She chose the easy route."

I tightened my jaw as I swallowed. "No. This was not a simple task. Her decision to choose death over whatever fate she believed was in store for her, indicated that she had already given up. It was too much for her to handle whatever she had done or whatever she was concealing. But there was more.

As though she hadn’t been at peace even in death, I examined her face noting how her lips were slightly parted and her brow was slightly furrowed.

Suddenly I stood up.

"Get the doctor," I said.

The guards took a moment to think. "She— we thought."

" I told you to get the damn doctor!" I yelled.

I turned to Carlos who arched a brow as they hurried out of the room.

" What else do you think this is?" he asked.

I gave a sharp exhale.

"I’m not sure. But there’s time. I have to get to the root of this."

I had a gut feeling that this was more complicated than it first appeared. And I had long since learned to believe in my gut feelings.

Because this— was the one thing I knew for sure. Silence is not always maintained by the dead.

The doctor came swiftly his steps cautious but quick as though he could already feel the tension in the room.

We all knew what he would find but he still knelt next to her and put two fingers to her neck.

My muscles tensed as I watched him wait. He paused then looked up.

"She is no longer alive."

With a sharp exhale I turned away. I should have been satisfied. Relieved. But I just felt uneasy. With his arms crossed Carlos muttered.

" She planned this. She was aware that she couldn’t live here. Furthermore, she had no intention of letting you know who had sent her."

I exhaled.

"Or someone made sure she wouldn’t speak. "

Carlos scowled.

"Do you believe that she was silenced? Threaten to kill herself?"

I squatted down once more and examined her face. She had her fingers clenched around the sword but something wasn’t quite right with what her body was doing. The amount of force required to stab herself that deeply wasn’t there.

According to the guards she snatched up a sword as soon as she was freed from her chains. But how? Two of them were trained to deal with inmates. Was she really that desperate or did someone give her the weapon? I turned to face the guards who were leaning against the wall and averting their gazes.

My voice was low as I asked.

"Who unchained her?"

One of them shifted uneasily I believe his name was Grant.

"Sir I did."

I got up slowly.

"You also didn’t stop her?"

He kept his mouth shut and then exhaled.

"It happened so fast that none of us saw it coming."

I stepped forward. I noticed the glimmer of fear in his eyes but he didn’t flinch.

"Grant she was shackled, restrained. And in the space of a few seconds, she killed herself after defeating two skilled guards?"

Sweat trickled down his brow.

"I— " said the gentleman. My voice was quiet but deadly as I said

"She was silenced."

Grant went white. "No sir— I swear. "

Carlos gave a sharp exhale.

"Fuck it."

My gaze returned to the corpse. She knew something, something deeper and worthy of death. Furthermore, she had now carried that secret into eternity. My hands clenched at my sides, my pulse pounding in my ears as I remained motionless for a long time.

Then I finally said something.

"Ask who did this."

My voice sounded like ice.

"And bring them to me when you do. Because loose ends were the one thing I hated more than betrayal."