Chapter 98
SEBASTIAN’S POV
It’s been three days now. Three days of being locked up in this cold cell. Three days of being without food or water. Three fucking days of screaming my lungs out.
The cell they kept me in was far from the main part of the station. Yelling wouldn’t help much since they wouldn’t hear me well. So I decided to stop screaming; otherwise, I might lose my voice.
I hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink since they put me here. What’s weird is that I didn’t really feel it. I was too occupied with my fate in Catherine’s case and also wondering how Brianna was doing to even think about food and water.
I slumped against the wall, feeling defeated and helpless. Maybe the Association of Alpha Kings could help me, but that could take a while. Plus, there’s a chance they might believe these idiots and accuse me wrongly. If that happens, getting out of here will be even tougher.
Being stuck here was awful. It made me feel restless, lonely, and feel like I was losing my mind! It’s only been three days, but it felt like forever. Now I understand what a huge mistake I made leaving Brianna behind bars all that time. I was starting to feel whatever she felt while in there, and it was terrible. Even though she forgave me, I shouldn’t have done it. I should’ve found a safe place for her after she wanted to leave that night during the dinner party.
A loud bang on the cell bars surprised me, making me jump up right away. Two stern-faced guys in police uniforms were staring at me like I was garbage they couldn’t wait to incinerate. One of them had banged a baton on the bars to get my attention.
“Get up! You’re needed.”
One of them opened the cell and grabbed my arm, while the other took out handcuffs and forcefully put them on me, almost like trying to break my arm. They pulled me towards the exit.
“Where are you taking me?!” I exclaimed, trying to break free from their strong, aggressive grip. “I demand to know right this instant!”
“Shut up!” one interjected. “You’re in no place to demand anything. In here, you’re not some king. You’re just a criminal, the same as all the other inmates in any prison.”
“You’ll regret your words,” I shot back at him with a ruthless expression. “That I promise you.”
Growling, he tried to hit me in the face with the baton he had, but the other guy stopped him by grabbing his wrist just in time.
“You’d better control yourself,” he said as if reminding him of the consequences if he doesn’t. “The chief detective wants him one piece.”
After saying that, he released his grip, and the angry guy huffed, glaring at me in frustration. I wished my guards were here to set him straight and show him what real frustration looked like.
They pulled me along the narrow hallway of the station and directed me into a room with a sign on top labelled “Interrogation Room”.
The interrogation room was as cold and sterile as the cell they’d put me in. The walls were painted off-white with no adornment. A large window, a bit high up, looked out over the greenery and floral surrounding outside.
On one side of the table was a file holder with documents in it. On the other side, a small recording device stood as a silent witness, capturing every word exchanged by that bitch that called herself the chief detective and another voice I thought was familiar. I couldn’t see the person’s face because her back was facing me.
As the policemen brought me near the table, I squinted to get a better look. Wasn’t that Rose Hardwood? Alpha Christian’s wife and Catherine’s best friend, the one crazy about throwing parties back when we were in school and still now. They’ve been best friends since school days. They were like two peas in a pod, sharing the same traits and doing almost everything together. If anyone who doesn’t know them saw them, they might even mistake them for twin sisters.
But why was she here so early at the station? The Rose I knew from our school days would likely be partying or enjoying a fancy vacation with Christian.
“Rose,” I interrupted their conversation, my brows drawing together in a mix of confusion and surprise. “What are you doing here?”
She quickly glanced up, and when our eyes met, she looked away with a mix of panic and anger. The anger seemed more dominant as if my presence bothered her. I turned my attention to the chief detective, who maintained her usual serious look. She gestured to the policemen to let me go. They freed me and took off the cuffs from my wrists. I rubbed my wrists, easing the pain and tension, getting the blood clumped there flowing again.
I couldn’t stop looking at Rose. She kept avoiding my eyes. Suddenly, she turned to the detective and slammed the table in anger, saying, “Why did you let him go? Does he have to be here? Why not just start the trial, declare him guilty, and send him to a Supermax prison? He’s the one who caused Catherine’s death. Are you blind? Do you need glasses? Can’t you fucking see that?!”