Claiming The Hidden Alpha✔️

Chapter 18: The Truth

Jerome

I was in my room, boiling with anger, when I heard the sound of the door creeping open. I stared around the room with a frown on my face. I couldn't understand why anybody would come to my room. I knew that it must be Erica, and I'm ready to give her all that's on my mind. I'm ready to say anything to make her angry. I'm ready to say everything that can make her cry.

I couldn't believe she was so cruel to think of something like this. I couldn't believe that this was the same woman who I have been living with under the same roof but in different rooms. I couldn't believe that this was the same woman I had thought I would stay with. I couldn't believe she would be this wicked to try out her trick on Mabel, and I'm glad that Sandra was there to help her. I can't think of what would have happened to her if she had come here. She would have been dead by now.

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I thought of her killing Mabel. I don't know what she was thinking when she wanted to plan all this. I knew that she was thinking that I was going to accept her as my mate. How can I accept someone like her as my mate? Someone who is ready to kill another person like her to be my mate All I could think of was how many terrible things she had done. I have no doubt that she would kill anyone to get what she wants.

I then remembered that she brought me here to her pack against my will. She had done that because she wanted me to stay away from my family and also wanted me to be with her.

"Who the hell is at the door?" I yelled angrily after a while.

The door was still left hanging open, and I couldn't help but wonder who was at the door. The door to the room was still like before. I walked toward the door with an angry look on my face. I knew that the person at the door wasn't Erica because if she were the one, then she would have entered. I opened the door, and there were Erica's parents standing at the front of the door.

"Good afternoon," I greeted the grumpies, and they stared at each other before turning to look at me.

"We have been knocking on the door, but we didn't hear your reply," Cynthia said, and I rolled my eyes, not having the mind to chat with them.

"I was lost in thought," I replied simply, with a frown etched on my face, which they failed to acknowledge.

"About what?" Cynthia asked, and as I was about to reply, her eyes widened with shock.

"Don't tell me you both had an argument again." Stephen asked, staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you are right, but she didn't haven't an argument with me, but I did." "She has been getting on my nerves recently," I said angrily as I gritted my teeth.

"Mind if we come in? We have been stranded at the door for quite a while," Cynthia said, and I stared at her with a concealed disdainful look. I couldn't help but think of what to do.

"Sorry, my manners," I said as I walked out of the way, and they both entered the room. I shut the door behind me and I walked in only to see they were now seated on the couch that was in the room.

"Mind discussing what the problem is between the both of you?" Stephen asked in his deep baritone voice.

I wanted to resist answering the question he asked because I knew that they must have heard about it, and moreover, it's not been long since I left her room. I knew that she might have gone to them crying her eyes out like a kid. I wanted to resist, but his authority and superiority made me reconsider that. I couldn't help but think of what he would do to me after hearing this. I knew that he would behave exactly the way his daughter would react.

"She wants to kill my fiancée," I started, and I was interrupted by Cynthia.

"She can't do such a thing; she isn't as wicked as you have portrayed her," she said, and I stared at her angrily.