I gave a little smile at the mood, the goddess watching over me even though she had given me this life of suffering. The life of an omega.
“I hope you help me one day…I hope you set me free.”
As if the moon goddess had heard her prayers, footsteps echoed through the dungeon. A beautiful woman with auburn hair stepped forward, her emerald dress a stark contrast to the gloom that surrounded us. I tried to summon a smile, relief flooding through me at the sight of her familiar face.
“You came,” I whispered my voice barely a whisper against the oppressive silence of the dungeon.
Amira shrugged nonchalantly, her gaze unwavering as she met my eyes. “There is no way I could leave my elder sister to burn, right?” she replied, her tone tinged with defiance.
Tears welled in my eyes as I gazed at her, a mixture of gratitude and sorrow flooding my heart. “I thought you wouldn’t keep your promise,” I confessed, my voice trembling with emotion.
Amira’s laughter cut through the air like a beacon of light in the darkness. “Oh, sissy,” she chuckled, her words carrying a hint of sadness. “I always kept my promise to you. I promised you a good life once you became my maid…and I gave you that until you killed that council member.”
“But I didn’t,” I protested, my voice rising in desperation. “You know I didn’t. He threatened me…he threatened to uproot Mama’s grave and dangle her remains to the public if I did not comply with his sexual needs. And in the gardens when I went to pick your flowers …he came…he came…and almost took me by force. I protected myself, but I am sure I did not kill him.”
The memories of that fateful night surged to the forefront of my mind, the terror and helplessness still fresh in my memory. Gooseflesh prickled over my skin as I relived the horrors of that night.
“He was found dead in the gardens, head bleeding and silver splinters through his heart. Silver splinters that were found in your room,” Amira said, her voice heavy with accusation. “You were also the last person seen with him, you were the only suspect.”
Her words struck me like a blow to the chest, the weight of her accusation crushing any hope I had of proving my innocence. Silver splinters? In my room? I shook my head in disbelief, the pieces of the puzzle refusing to fit together in my mind.
“But I didn’t kill him that night,” I insisted, my voice trembling with frustration. “I have no idea where those splinters came from, it wasn’t me.”
Amira groaned, her patience wearing thin. “You have been troubled since the moment Papa allowed me to marry the alpha,” she lamented, her gaze hardening with resentment.
I frowned, confusion clouding my thoughts. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice tinged with hurt.
Amira rolled her eyes, exasperation evident in her every movement. “Are you going to act innocent now?” she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t you try to steal my mate when he came to pick us up? You had a sorry life at home. I wanted to grant you freedom, and you tried to take my husband.”
Her words struck me like a slap in the face, “So you blame me for something that was out of my control?” I protested, the bitterness rising in my throat. “Is it my fault the goddess gave me your husband as my mate?”
