Chapter 143 - The Confrontation in the Dungeon

[Edward’s P.O.V.]

It took a lot to sort out my emotions. And once I finally did, I asked Patrick and Ad to come with me to the dungeon.

There, I saw the man curled up on the floor. Dylan was present and Patrick half-filled him in. Once he learned everything I needed to, Dylan swore he wouldn’t tell.

I had to say, when I saw that man, I thought I was looking into a mirror. He looked exactly like me and even smelled like me. Werewolves weren’t usually sensitive to their own smell but that’s because it came from their own body. This was a completely separate individual which was how even I could smell my own scent.

When he saw me, I could tell he was shocked but he resumed his stubborn facade.

“Patrick! Who is standing next to you?! Why do you look exactly like me?!”

But the rest of us stared back silently at him.

“You used black magic to create a person who looks exactly like me in order to seize power?! When I get out, I’ll kill all of you!”

“You have no chance to get out again.” I sneered.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I should be the one asking you this question. Listen, if you answer my question honestly, I might be able to keep you alive for a while.”

“How dare you speak to me in such a tone!”

Oh, it seemed that he still thought that he was the Alpha. I should wake him up a little.

I had Patrick and Ad drag him out of the cell and bring him to another.

“Tie him up.”

I watched them put on gloves and then tie the imposter’s hands and feet with hand and ankle cuffs. He started to scream, which was to be expected since those cuffs were made of silver.

The air began to smell of burning meat as the silver chains corroded his skin. But since he looked like me, I felt a little strange. I felt like I was punishing myself.

I pulled out a black card and tore it up. In the blink of an eye, the blue-haired woman with the crooked nose reappeared. Her appearance was so sudden that Patrick jumped and swore.

“Good evening, noble Alpha. I knew you’d need me.”

When the imposter saw Annabel he finally looked fearful with a hint of disbelief.

“You d*mned dark witch b*tch! You betrayed me!”

“Betrayed? Are you even worthy of betrayal? You’re just a pitiful worm who sold his soul to me.”

I didn’t have the time to listen to their idle chatter.

“Annabel, restore his original appearance,” said I.

“Yes, Alpha.”

Soon, the original appearance of the imposter was revealed and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was so thin and small – his cheekbones were prominent, his eyes were sunken, and he was a little bald. Even though he was still wearing my clothes, it looked more like the clothes were wearing him. I even started to worry that his hands and feet would be able to slide out of their shackles now.

“Annabel, you’re no longer needed. Leave.”

“Handsome, I know I’ve done you wrong. But it was all business. Maybe next time you can be a little gentler to me.”

And with that, she turned around and disappeared. Patrick and Ad looked provoked by her words but now was not the time to deal with her.

When I looked at the thin man again, his eyes now looked full of fear. But he somehow still had the nerve to curse the dark witch and everyone else.

“Who gave you the idea?” I looked at him.

“I’m supposed to be an Alpha!!”

I continued to ask him a few more questions, but he remained adamant to continue cursing. I didn’t have much time to waste on this ignorant rogue. He didn’t seem to want to listen to anything else, or maybe he was delusional. So I decided to ask Dylan to keep an eye on him for the time being. Then, I walked out and asked Patrick to get some ‘delicious’ food prepared and served to the rogue.

Of course, I wasn’t that nice of a guy. The food might be delicious, but once the rogue ate them, his esophagus, stomach lining, and intestines would start to corrode. Then, he would wish he were dead. But I wouldn’t let him die so easily. He still had to answer my questions and received the punishment most deserving of him.

I headed over to Clyde’s house. I was surprised that he didn’t leave as well when Patrick told me that Rose had left with Alonso. I needed Clyde to tell me where he had taken her. It was the most pressing thing I wanted to know at the moment.