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"Malika!!" Elodie called out to the protector who had been hiding by the door.
She had been told to go away by Jer, but she had failed to do so because she wanted to eat their conversations and get to see what the hell was happening here.
She wanted to understand what was going on and figure out if the conversation would have any effect on her plans, so she could make contingencies and get it all ready.
"Huh?" Malika responded meekly, the pretend shock on her face making another appearance as she walked into the room and saw Jer unconscious.
"Still playing meek, huh? Or you want to hide under Jer's shadow and pretend to be everything he would ever want in a perfect woman no?" Elodie asked with a bored face and Malika just looked at her with a fearful face. Oh, but she wasn't letting it go.
"Oh, dear... You killed my husband. What will I tell the people? What if they suspect that I killed him? Goddess, what am I supposed to do now?" Malika asked as she began prancing around the room.
Jer looked terrible and he was going to feel the heat of the punch when he woke up.
Malika was aware he wasn't dead, but she was supposed to be the dumb one, the girl who couldn't use her brains, and the girl who was married for that purpose exactly. Elodie stared at the woman before where and he could feel her blood boil.
These two looked like the perfect couple with their stupidity making a show at a time when all Elodie wanted was answers for the shit that had just happened.
"He's unconscious and will be asleep for three hours, so drop the fucking act," Elodie said and meek Malika looked at the woman like she had gone bonkers. Surely, she wanted to insinuate that the acting protector was really acting, right?
It seemed offensive, and meek Malika wasn't about to have that.
"You... You hurt him. He's your alpha and you knocked him out. How am I supposed to react to that? You even threw a vase at us earlier. You are a dangerous woman, Elodie...
"Why? You want them to think I murdered my husband when I can't even hold a knife? I can't even fight to save myself and you're here trying to make assumptions.
"I don't know what the fuck you think you have been doing or whatever you went to do away two hours ago. But I don't want to be a part of your schemes," meek Malika said, frustrated Elodie even more.
She had never met such an insufferable person and it made her feel like strangling the life out of Malika. But even if she wanted to, was she ever going to be able to?
"You know damn well that that isn't what I'm talking about," Elodie said as the banging at the Alpha's door increases.
The Warriors were getting angrier, and it was just a matter of time before they broke through and if they did, it wasn't going to be a pretty sight for Elodie Kane.
"Look, I get that you're interested in my husband, and I'm sorry that he married me, a dumb woman who doesn't fit into your standards. But I'm the pack luna now, and if you do anything to my husband, I will have to step in and be the alpha and trust me that won't be pretty.
"Now surrender while I'm still being nice. Your face makes me sick," Malika said but Elodie wasn't even interested in all that.
She had something else in mind. She wanted to know something, once that only Malika knew of and not this meek version of the woman. Goddess, she hated what she was feeling right now.
"You bitch what did you do to me?" Elodie asked irritatedly making Malika let out a laugh before she continued screaming for help.
Malika made sure to tear through her clothes and scratch herself, not to mention stopped her healing. Elodie watched in disbelief as Malika made herself look like the ultimate victim of Elodie's violence and goodness it was insane.
"You're hurting me, please, stop, I beg of you," Malika fake cried as she let her tears flow and reddened her eyes to make her seem like she had really been hurt by Elodie.
However, as the door flew down, Elodie asked a second question in Malika's ears, one that got Malika certain that she had fucked up.
"Why did you, and Hawi try to erase my memories today?"