The Alpha’s Slave

Chapter 99:

SEBASTIAN’S POV

“What the heck?” My face twisted in shock. Was that why she was here? To make them believe even more that I killed Catherine, making things worse for me? I just can’t believe it. Annoyance crept over my face, and I tried to speak, but the detective beat me to it.

“You better seal that leaking hole before I do it for you,” she told Rose with an expression that could make an elephant cry. “You’re in no position to tell me how to do my job.”

Rose let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest like a teenager who wasn’t allowed to do the cool stuff her friends were doing.

I held back what I wanted to say since it seemed the detective had it under control. She turned to me.

“Good morning, Alpha Sebastian,” she greeted, and I nodded, keeping a straight face. The morning could have been better with a cup of coffee, or even water and a snack. It looked like she forgot I hadn’t been fed since her minions tossed me into that cell. Quite inconsiderate for one called a detect-tive.

“My team and I carefully re-examined this case, considering every little detail and weighing all possible outcomes,” she sighed heavily as if what she was saying was tough. “We concluded that your wife’s death was a result of a mental illness…”

Rose turned to her, gasping in shock and showing even more anger, now overreacting.

“How dare you call my best friend mentally ill!” she stood up, glaring at the chief detective as if ready to attack. “As far as I know, you’re the one who’s mentally ill for letting this murderer go free!”

“Rose, just calm down,” I tried to soothe her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s wait for her to finish first…”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down, you murderer!” she was out of control, whacking me with her purse until the policemen restrained her. “You’re the cause of all this! You left her for that slave bitch! If only you showered her with all the love and attention she needed and desperately wanted from you, none of this would have happened.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Boys!” The chief detective cocked her head toward the door with a frustrated, fed-up look on her face. “Take this wild animal out of here. Put her in a cell.”

The policemen did as they were told. Even though there were two of them, pulling Rose out of the room looked challenging it almost seemed like they needed a crane. She was determined, wriggling and resisting like an eel. At one point, one of her heels even flew off before they closed the door. I ducked to avoid it as it was coming in my direction.

“What a bitch!” The chief detective sneered with a frown.

I stayed silent, avoiding thinking too much about what Rose said to me, trying not to dwell on it.

“So back to what I was saying,” she fixed her gaze on me, and I met her eyes firmly. She was sharp and observant. So I didn’t want her to see that Rose’s words were trying to affect me. “The info we got from the witnesses and clinical references indicates your wife had a severe case of Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). You should have recognized it and helped her get assistance with an early diagnosis while she was alive, but you didn’t,” her keen eyes narrowed, waiting for my response

“I’m sorry,” I responded, not too shocked. I knew Catherine was crazy with all the shocking things she did then. I thought a bit of therapy would help. That’s why I scheduled those sessions with the psychiatrist for her. But she wouldn’t go. I had no idea it was turning into something this serious. “But she refused to see a therapist or psychiatrist. She didn’t believe she was… mentally unwell.”

Sighing, she shook her head slightly in a pitiful expression.

“We believe her personal issues with Miss Brianna Campbell were a significant factor that escalated the situation. That’s why she wanted to harm her, and you had to step in,” she made a sort of confusing face that I found a bit funny. “You seem to be entangled in some sort of complicated love situation with the two women…”

Her last sentence struck a chord with me. My eyebrows knitted together in surprise as I was almost ready to object before she had the chance.

“Trust me,” she extended her hand, signalling for me to hold back anything I wanted to say. “I don’t want to hear it. Your personal life is none of my business,” she audibly sighed once more. “On behalf of me and my team, we apologize for wrongly accusing you of your wife’s murder and for all the troubles we put you through. As much as I hate to say it, you’ve been released. You’re a free man now, Alpha Sebastian Stan.”

I stared at her, unable to say anything for a moment. It took her and her minions long enough to realize that I was innocent!

“Thanks,” I replied, holding back from saying more that she might not want to hear. I was still thinking about making her and her minions face consequences for the humiliation they put me through – in front of my guards, the castle maids, and those media teams! Despite her apology, I had made a promise to myself and I’ll keep to it.

I turned, about to take my leave when she called me back.

“Sorry for keeping you, but I think you need to see this,” opening a file holder, she took out a document and extended her hand to give it to me. Curiously, I took it and glanced at it.

At the top of the document, the gun fingerprint test results were clearly written. There were some scientific details in fancy words and little diagrams that I couldn’t fully grasp. However, what drew my attention was the name Rose Hardwood and her passport photo displayed there.

I furrowed my brows deeply. Rose again? What’s her connection to all of this? I glanced at the detective, my face expressing confusion, waiting for an explanation.

“What does she have to do with all this?”

She leaned back in her seat. “We took the gun to the forensic lab to run a fingerprint test, and unsurprisingly, we found you and your late wife’s fingerprints. However,” her expression shifted to a mix of seriousness and curiosity, “we also discovered matching traces of Rose Hardwood’s fingerprints. This leads us to believe she provided the gun to your wife,” she narrowed her gaze at me. “Were you aware of this?”

“No, absolutely not,” I frowned disapprovingly. She was always determined to find a way to blame and involve me in everything.

“Well, this leads to the question: How did Rose Hardwood get a gun when you royals aren’t supposed to have one from what I know or was the law changed as recently?”

I shrugged and shook my head, my expression saying I didn’t know shit and that the laws on us not carrying guns were never changed.

I thought Catherine had illegally bought that gun. I didn’t know her best friend was the one who secretly gave it to her. Who knew what other weapons Rose might have given her?

The detective reached out for the fingerprint test result, and I handed it back to her. After placing it back into the file holder she took it from, she closed it and remarked, “We’re still conducting a thorough investigation. We think there’s more to this. You can leave now, we’ll keep you updated on anything we discover.”

I nodded and headed towards the door, still stunned by what the detective revealed. I hope they uncover something that incriminates Rose, take her to court, declare her guilty, and send her to a Supermax prison, just like she wanted for me. I bet Christian isn’t even aware that his beloved wife is involved in the illegal business of smuggling guns and other lethal weapons.