Shadows of Destiny

The Dark Side Of Fate By Karima Sa’ad Usman Chapter 137 –

~Tamia~

Sylvester looked breathtaking, sitting at the foot of the bed. I exhaled, and he looked at me and smiled.

I could not let what Stephanie said spoil the night, so I returned the smile. I looked at his body and

admired what I saw.

“Your Majesty,” I said with a breathy voice, and he grinned.

“Hold your pose; I want to have a perfect picture in my mind,” I said and straddled him. He looked at

me and supported my back, gazing into my eyes.

“I want to remember how you look tonight, void of worry, void of fear, just living in the moment,” I said,

his eyes searching mine.

“Let us deny all that is happening and that time is passing by. I want to hold this moment, freeze it and

keep it forever. Let us free our minds of our troubles, Amanda, the king, our duties, our world. Just us.

You, me and our wolves. Do you think you can do that for me, my love?” I asked, and he looked at me

with misty loving eyes and crashed his lips on mine. Drinking him in, drowning in his love, I gave my all

as we made love on his first night as king.

Sylvester and I battled the claim, and it was a bit painful because Kaira and Knight wanted to complete

the bond. The love bite wasn’t working anymore, and we both knew it, but we held on. The bluemoon

night had to count.

We were too tired to go for dinner, and neither were we hungry. Sleep finally came, and we drifted into

dreamland.

I woke up on an empty bed in the morning and saw Sylvester on his computer. I ignored what he was

doing. I got off the bed and went to brush my teeth. When I returned, he had closed his laptop and was

waiting for me.

“Good morning,” He said with a smile, and I went to him and kissed the top of his head in response.

While I was pulling away, he pulled me onto his lap and hungrily kissed me.

“I am not a little boy, Tamia,” He said, breaking the kiss, and I giggled.

I also noticed something was bothering him. I guess our bliss was over.

“What is the matter?” I asked, and he sighed.

“Someone sent a weird email this morning. Asking me how fair and just I will be when judging the case

of a loved one,” he said, and I did not need to think twice about who the loved one was.

“The sender going by the name Mathew Majesty asked me my true intentions. Wondering if I would

succeed where the council has failed,” he said, and I frowned.

“Have you traced it?” I asked, and he chuckled.

“The email account was created in Grizlo yesterday. It might be a VPN address, but it was still created

yesterday regardless,” he said, and I sighed.

“Your mother linked me last night that the blackmailer sent her a message asking her how she feels

knowing she will be the first person you will judge,” I said, and he frowned at me.

“We both know it is this king man, and he is jenny’s son. If that is the case, then he knows everything,

Sylvester,” I said and gently stood up.

“That is a big problem.” He confessed, and I nodded.

“Since we have not caught him, it is,” I said. I looked at him nervously because what I was about to ask

him to do was risky, but I could not see any way out.

“Sylvester, your mother committed treason and murder. We need to get as many people on her side as

possible. Jenny’s death would be seen as a homicide, and the death of your father and his officers

would be considered conspiracy and treason. She is in big shit, Sylvester. However we try to play it off,

Stephanie is in serious trouble,” I said, and he stood up from his seat.

“I do not know what to do. I have thought about the situation since the first blackmail, Tamia, and I do

not know what to do. She did commit those crimes,” Sylvester confessed, and I nodded.

“Yes, she did, and her reasons were justifiable; however selfish they were, they were justifiable,” I said

and sighed.

“I have been thinking of this for a while, but I will tell you now,” I said and went to sit to calm my nerves.

“I think we should tell Marcel, Theo, Dominic, Devin and David what happened,” I said, and he

exclaimed.

“What!” he said, and I flinched.

“That letter got Marcel and Theodore’s fathers killed. How will they feel knowing my mother

orchestrated their fathers’ deaths just because she did not want David to be the lord?” He asked, and

putting it that way really spoke a lot.

“We do not have to tell it that way, Sylvester,” I said calmly, and he shook his head.

“We will do no such thing. I cannot expose her like that,” He said stubbornly.

“Either way, she will be exposed. Only the goddess knows what this douchebag has on her. He has his

mother’s computer, Sylvester, and Jenny liked to keep shit.

He knows it all. How do you think Marcel and Theodore will feel when they find out through the guy, not

us? Do you think he will expose your mother in a way that would get her sympathy? It might not affect

your position because you are now king, and David is lord as your father wanted, but still, it will affect

her.

The punishment is death, Sylvester. We have people locked up for treason that never attempted taking

your life; what do you think would happen to your mother, who planned and succeeded in having a lord

and his officers killed by exposing him to his known enemy?” I asked him, and he was silent, seeing my

point.

Sylvester looked at me with misty and tearful eyes.

“She has been through enough; having me judge her would be cruel, Tamia. Exposing her like that

would be inhumane,” he said, afraid of what would happen to his mother.

“I know, my love,” I said and went to him, and he hugged me for comfort. I rested my head against his

chest.

“I know exactly how it will feel. That is why I want us to do damage control. Please hear me out,” I

pleaded gently, and he broke the hug. He was able to win the battle against his tears.

“We will start by telling David how his mother died and how Jenny bragged about it. Then we will tell

Dominic what your father planned on doing to him. Then we will talk about the letter sent to Devin

anonymously and confess who did it and tell them that Jenny found out and was blackmailing your

mother with it. She attacked your mother at home, and she and your mother fought. Stephanie killed

her in self-defence. But afraid of what the council might do to her because the council was corrupt, she

tried to cover it up.

Now Jenny’s son has the evidence from his mother’s computer, and he wants to destroy Stephanie

with it to destabilise you,” I said, and he shook his head.

“It would not exonerate her,” he said, and I nodded.

“But it will come from us, and they will sympathise with her. Instead of allowing that bastard to tell it

from his angle, that might as well damn your mother,” I told him, and he did not know what to do.

“What is the situation with Amanda?” He asked me, and I shrugged.

“According to Levi, she is still in the hotel in Cains. She should be due in two weeks, though. Hendrix is

on Jacob, but I think they should just arrest him. I doubt he knows anything and would lead us

anywhere. I plan on sending enforcers to Cains Island to pick the bastard up,” I said, and he nodded.

“Let’s give it a day or two, and then we can decide. The blue moon is next week, and I do not want my

mother to miss our wedding,” he said with a finality that I knew had ended the conversation.

I pretended to let it go while I thought of the best way to deal with the situation.

We freshened up and went for breakfast. Everyone was in high spirits, and David and Nicole were with

us for the first time.

When I asked about the triplets, Nicole told me they were having breakfast with their grandmother.

I was glad to hear that Stephanie had comfortably taken up the row. It meant progress had been made.

Looking at David critically, I realised the similarities between David, Dominic and Sylvester.

I guess I never really looked. I planned on speaking to Devin after breakfast, but I had to find a way to

talk to him without Sylvester knowing.

Sylvester might think being silent and waiting for time to pass so we could catch the bastards might be

the best bet, but he was wrong. Anything could happen, and no one was going to spoil my wedding.

“I will be returning to the east tomorrow,” Leo said, and I looked at him.

I did not need to know why he was leaving. It was only natural that he wouldn’t want to attend my

wedding.

“When will you be back?” Marcel asked him, and I knew they would miss him.

“Whenever you need me,” he said, and Marcel shook his head.

“You have a seat on the council now; you should be in the north at least for an entire week every

month…” he said, trailing off.

I guess somewhere in his mind, he figured out why Leo was leaving.

Leo looked at me and smiled.

I could not imagine his emotions in those moments, but it was okay.

I knew he would be okay. He was a strong man, and strong men survived.

At the end of breakfast, I left the dining room immediately so Sylvester won’t ask me to accompany him

anywhere. I hid in the corridor, waiting for Devin to leave the room alone.

I secretly watched everyone exit the dining room, and Devin headed toward his room.

“Alpha Corrigan!” I called out. He turned to look at me and frowned.

“Tamia?” he said, and I nodded.

“Do you mind if I speak to you outside the estate?” I asked him.

“Just a short walk, nothing serious,” I said, and he contemplated and then nodded. I moved quickly, and

noticing the haste, Devin hurried up too.