The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 41

The man was standing right at the door, eerily calm eyes stuck on Cyrus while his hands slowly crawled out of his pocket.

Keelion didn’t move, he didn’t even say a word. Instead, his gaze ran through the foyer, at every member of the staff who stood in that same room, watching everything unfold.

Alexis felt Cyrus’s body fearfully tremble above her, the grip on her throat coming free.

The entire foyer was in so much silence that every heavy step Keelion took was like hearing the announcement of your death. He was approaching, with not even any sign of craze in the expression of his eyes.

His movements were as calm, but anyone in that foyer knew all too well, this was rather a storm than a calm.

Cyrus who’d gotten off Alexis staggered back and fell to his butt the second Keelion appeared before him in the blink of an eye.

The man stared down at him.

Everyone was in silence, waiting in bated breath for what could happen, but then he turned his head towards the two men who were videotaping the entire thing. The cell phone fell out of their hands.

Their faces turned heavily pale like a ghost, their legs taking them backward.

Keelion proceeded to move, but then Augustus stepped into the foyer, stopping with a startle at the atmosphere. The entire place was as chilly as a freezer room. What the hell had happened in his absence?

His eyes locked with Keelion’s blue pairs before shifting to Alexis who was on the floor, her tie and collar ruffled and out of place. He shifted his gaze to Cyrus and then glanced at the two men who were trembling like they’d seen a ghost.

No explanation was needed—he already knew what had happened.

These three were the ones who’d hurt Alexis the last time, and they were probably doing it again. Just that this time...Keelion saw it for himself.

"I’ll take care of this, sir." He deeply bowed to Keelion, hoping inside of him, because he knew that these two were most likely dead if he decided to handle this himself.

Not even the grace of the moon goddess would be able to help them.

Keelion didn’t answer him, instead, he turned towards Alexis who was still on the floor, peering at him. He scrutinized her face, stalked towards her, and grasped her by the arm to pull her to her feet.

"My room, now." His words were in a whisper.

"W-why?" She knew things had turned for the worse. "What are you going to—"

The hardening of his gaze made her stiffen, swallowing thickly. She nodded frantically and turned, hurrying her way out of the foyer, and up the stairs to his master bedroom like he’d asked her.

A deep breath fled from Keelion and he turned to glance at the three other bystander staff within the room.

"Get out."

He didn’t need to repeat himself before they were sprinting out, as far as they could get away from the foyer.

"Deal with them," he ordered, referring to the two who’d video-tapped the entire thing.

Augustus blinked at him. "Sir, you don’t need to bother about this. I can—"

"Augustus."

The tone of his voice alone had the man nodding and doing as he was told.

"And bring that recording to me."

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Keelion looked at Cyrus, and as if it was like a previewed movie in front of him—he knew he was dead.

"I-it’s not what you think, Alpha. It’s—"

"Did I ask you to speak?" Keelion questioned.

Cyrus shook his head, nearly wetting himself.

"Then shut up."

He was afraid like he’d never been before. Though he’d never seen it with both eyes, he knew the alpha had never been someone to mess with. Everyone was afraid of him—not even just because he was the alpha of all.

He was just frightening as a whole—the way he looked at people like he could crush them with the mere snap of his fingers, the constant blank expression on his face, the way he took every step of his, brimming with pure threatening confidence.

The man was...untouchable in every possible way.

Keelion stalked towards him.

Cyrus parted his lips to beg, but before he could say even a word, he was snatched by the back collar of his suit and like a dog, he was dragged out of the foyer, through the bright marble-walled hallway, until Keelion suddenly stopped in front of a door.

He pushed it open and stepped inside, hauling and shoving Cyrus in.

As if he had it timed, there came Augustus approaching in a hurry. The man bowed to him and handed a phone over to him.

"It holds the recording."

"Good." Keelion took the phone from him. They shared a momentary look before he closed the door, locking it from inside.

It was an empty room that looked like it was yet to be used for anything. Only a wooden chair was left in the center, nothing more.

Cyrus watched as he walked past him and took off the jacket of his suit, dropping it on the chair.

He unbuttoned the wrists of his white shirt and rolled them to his elbow, the tattoos that were all over his arms visible enough.

He scrolled into the phone, played the video, and then turned the screen towards Cyrus.

"You want something to watch if you get too pissed off at this shitty work, that’s what you said," his tone was freezing.

Cyrus rose to his knees. "Please...please forg—"

"What would you have done to him? Beat him to a pulp, is that it?"

He couldn’t answer.

"Are you deaf?"

"N-no, Alp—"

"Answer me," he growled. "And mind you, any lie, and I’ll double what I have in mind to do to you."

Cyrus trembled, rapidly nodding and gurgling his words, "I-I was g-going to beat him up."

"How far were you going to go? Enough to make him bleed?"