Bound To The Alpha King's Brother

ISOLDE

“I didn't do it, my king!” I choked out, my voice shaking as tears blurred my vision,” I swear with the moon goodness! I didn't kill her son!”

The guards gathered around me, their boots scratched the floor as they looked at me disgustedly. I lowered my body under their deadly glare. The scent of the blood still lingered.

Velin staggered on her butt with tears rolling down from her eyes, her scream filled the throne room as she collapsed to hug her small, lifeless son’s body on the floor, his lips pale and his golden eyes closed against their wish.

”You must kill her, Rowan!” She wailed in pain,” She did it! That wicked witch killed my baby!”

Alpha King Rowan bent beside her, his hand trembling as he brushed her shoulder slightly. I feel his aura seeking something…I didn't know yet but his look cut something deeper in me.

Pain. Rage. Disgust.

His gaze went back to Velin as if he was warning me,” Stop crying, love. I’ll ensure she speaks the truth…and pay for it!”

“No Rowan! Do it now!” Velin disagreed, wailing,” She has destroyed my life completely. She couldn't give birth and doesn't want anyone else to! She doesn't want anyone to replace her in the palace.”

My heart ached.

Velin held Alpha King Rowan’s royal robe, her fingers dipping into the thick fabric, hot tears gushed out of her eyes carrying the weight of her pain.

My knees gave way as I collapsed on the floor uncontrollably, and guilt rushed through me. Not guilty of murder, but guilty of allowing the boy into my chambers in the first place.

I should’ve slammed the door in his face, but I couldn't ignore a sick child, holding his stomach as if he hadn't eased himself for a week.

How could I ignore him? Not when I loved him like my own, even with his mother’s hatred for me, like Venom, which I still don't understand why.

He would come asking about my magic, and he would smile every time I lit a light in the air. He would laugh anytime a flower bloomed with my power.

He was brilliant, lovely, and had a special light in him. He would play with me before his mother would beat and drag him out of my garden, screaming,” How many times do I have to yell at you not to get near the fruitless witch!”

More tears ran away from my face as I remembered that the lovely boy was the one lying lifeless on the floor now

I didn't know he was poisoned when he came, while I was simply looking for an herb that would heal his stomach ache, as he had told me.

“My…king,” I stammered, not knowing what would happen to me next. His eyes turned red as he stalked towards me. I swallowed hard on the floor.

My eyes were red as a result of the hot tears and pain of losing a