The Alpha's Fated Mate Is an Outcast-Chapter 76

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Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Althea burst into a peal of crazed laughter and threw her head back to stare at the ceiling. "The look I would see on that innocent face of his—that stupid face that is messing with Keelion’s head." She laughed rather more before lowering her head to peer into Eleni’s wet eyes.

"I heard...no, a little bird told me that your son loves you a lot. Just as much as you love him. So I wonder what will happen if I kill you, rid you of your useless existence. What do you think?"

Eleni pleadingly shook her head at her. "Please...don’t hurt him. My son...he’s all I have, everything that I have. I’m all he has, he’ll never survive without me, he—he needs me, please..."

"All the more reason for me to get rid of you. I want to break your son and you are a one-way ticket for me to achieve that. Not to mention you aren’t of any importance to me, so I don’t really care if you’re all he has. It’s none of my business."

"Please..." she begged. "Please...I’m telling you the truth, Alexis hasn’t done anything wrong. This is all a mis—"

Althea stabbed her.

Silence fell in the entire room.

The two betas looked at her with horror. "Y-young miss." They glanced at each other and quickly rushed over to take the knife from her. But she stabbed Eleni again and again, over and over again, until she was satisfied enough to let go of the knife, the sound of it falling to the floor rattling all over.

Eleni blinked her tear-filled eyes. Her body was lit with pain all over. Her lungs felt empty like she couldn’t breathe anymore. Everything around her looked distorted and she knew...she knew her life was slipping away from her.

"Young miss, we need to get out of here. Shit! Boss didn’t say we were going to kill anyone."

"Fuck, fuck, this is a fucking mess."

"Why did you stab her?"

"Don’t speak to me like that! I stabbed her because I wanted to. What would be the point of leaving her alive?" Althea snapped. "Are you crazy? Do you think she wouldn’t run her mouth if we left her alive? At least this way, no one would fucking know it was us, so shut up and do your job like my father asked you to. Besides we have gloves on, a DNA test wouldn’t rat us out either."

Through her blurry vision, Eleni could see them pick up the knife she was stabbed with and rush out through the door, leaving her in there, all alone and dying, still tied to the chair.

She tried to move her body, to move the chair one way or the other. Maybe she could get a knife somewhere and cut herself free. There was a first aid box in the apartment, she could treat and give herself some time before help could come.

But it was all futile. Her body felt too weak to push—to force the chair to move. It was useless to try more than she already did. She had no chance, not unless someone walked through that door and saved her life.

"Alexis..." She spurted out the mouthful of blood that had rushed to her throat, her vision no longer there. She could barely keep her eyes open, but the one thing—the one person she could still see was her daughter. "Alexis...my baby."

A tear slipped from her eyes.

It was only just a few hours left. They could have met. She could have hugged her, checked her out, and seen how healthy her daughter had gotten. How much better she was. She could have showered her with warm kisses, told her how much she loved her, combed her hair for her, and held her to sleep.

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"I’m sorry..." she sobbed as hard as she could, despite the pain all over her body. Who would take care of her baby now? She would be left all alone—no one would love her.

Who could care enough for her? Who would hug her, and remind her just how important she was all the time? Who would tell her she was enough and that none of this was her fault...?

No one loved her baby, not even her own father... her own family.

"Goddess..." She lifted her gaze, hot tears spewing down her face. "Please...I can’t die just yet...m-my daughter, I need to be here for her. Please...I-if you’re going to let me die, at least...protect her for me, I beg you... Please, she’s everything to me. My all, everything I have..."

"I’m begging...you. M-my daughter."

She coughed frantically and the blood that had pooled at her mouth poured to the floor, and this time around, she found it hard to lift her head. She had no more strength left in her.

Her entire body felt paralyzed and she didn’t feel like herself anymore.

Eleni tried to take deep breaths and for the last one she did, she took it with her lips stretched into a smile, a sigh fleeing her mouth.

"I love you... My sweet baby. None of this is your fault. It will never be..."

...

Keona took a step back and quickly backed away from the mirror. She faced the wall and balled her hands into fists, something liquid slowly building up in her eyes. It broke and fell and she was quick to lift her finger, smearing it to look at it.

"I’m...crying?"

Goddesses didn’t cry. That was one of the abilities they didn’t have. Why was she crying?

She quickly touched her face and her body staggered back in confusion and fear. Why...why in the world was she crying?

Her eyes grew impossibly wide and she snapped around the second the door of her room pushed open. The intruder was none other than Amora.

Keona quickly wiped at her face, chest rising and falling in heavy breathing.

Amora narrowed her gaze on her. "Keona, what are you doing?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Why did you wipe your face? Why are you acting all fidgety like you’ve done something wrong?" she questioned as she began storming towards her, the fabric of her white toga flowing behind her.

"Nothing! I just...I just felt something on my face!" Keona took steps back the more she approached, but Amora was quick to snatch her by the chin.

"Keona...you—you

cried. This liquid dried on your face, you cried." Her lashes fluttered. "Since when could you cry? Why?"

She snapped her head behind her back and glanced at the mirror of the music box only to still unnaturally.

"Her mother..." Her throat felt dry. "She’s...she’s dead..."