Alpha Hayley’s Destined Mate
Chapter 264: He Killed Grandpa
Benjamin’s POV:
Seeing that devil, Irving, cower in fear, I finally felt a little better. I waved my hand, summoning two high-ranking Beta warriors into the room. As the Alpha of the Midnight Pack, I announced firmly, “Irving is being charged with premeditated murder. Lock him up and interrogate him harshly!”
At my command, the Beta warriors quickly handcuffed Irving. “Mr. Southwell, you are accused of premeditated murder. Come with us.” Irving stared at me, his eyes wide with terror. “Benjamin, what are you doing? Don’t forget, I’m a Southwell too! Isn’t this a bit much?” he cried. I ignored him, watching as he was led away. Only then did I look away.
Irving’s POV:
Instead of being taken directly to the Midnight Pack’s prison, I was brought to the Southwells’ Residence. Seeing all the familiar surroundings, I struggled desperately. “What are you doing? Why are you bringing me here? I don’t belong here! Let me go!” But the Beta warriors acted as if they didn’t even hear me, taking me straight into the mourning hall.
All around, people’s eyes were fixed on me. I couldn’t control my shaking, and I didn’t dare look up at Grandpa’s portrait. My head stayed lowered the entire time. “Irving, you b*stard! How dare you show your face here!” Henry transformed into a wolf, baring his sharp fangs as if ready to charge at me. Christopher grabbed him, holding him back. “Henry, don’t act on impulse.”
Henry glared at me with fury. “He killed Grandpa! He’s a murderer!” Hearing those words, my body shook even harder. I shook my head over and over. “No, it wasn’t me! This wasn’t what I intended! I didn’t want it to turn out like this!”
Hayley’s cold voice cut through the tension. “Bow and apologize to Grandpa Southwell,” Her voice rang out slowly, filled with so much hate that it made my heart ache. I was about to bow when someone kicked my calf. My knee hit the ground with a thud.
Benjamin’s voice came from behind me. “Grandpa, I’ve brought him here. You always told me to value family, but who could have known he’d be the one to take you away from us? I’m sorry, but I can’t listen to you anymore.” Take him away!
As the Beta warriors restrained me and led me out of the Southwells’ residence, my heart ached. As I left, I glanced at Hayley one last time, slowly closing my eyes. This wasn’t what I wanted. Grandpa, I’m sorry.
Hayley’s POV:
After Grandpa Southwell’s funeral, the Midnight Pack returned to normal, and the Southwells resumed their usual roles. But it was strange. There was a space in our home that I couldn’t get used to. For instance, when I returned from school, I’d automatically glance at the living room. Grandpa Southwell used to sit there, watching TV or playing chess, but now it was empty. I’d never see the kind-hearted old man again.
The thought of it made my throat tighten. I quickly looked away and headed up the stairs. Since Grandpa Southwell’s death, Benjamin had become unusually busy. He no longer had time to drive me to school, a task he used to handle easily. Hera, unable to be near him, was clearly in pain, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.
Today, once again, it was Henry who dropped me off at school. He said, “Boss, finals are coming up. Let’s hit the library this afternoon.” I gazed out at the bare trees, still finding it hard to believe that winter was already halfway through.
“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, right?” I casually remarked. Henry quickly checked the calendar. “Yes, tomorrow is the 24th, and the day after is Christmas. I heard there’s supposed to be snow on Christmas Day. I wonder if we will see it.” I withdrew my gaze and said, “I saw the weather forecast—seems like snow is coming. We’ll just have to wait and see.” We got out of the car and walked together toward the school.
As soon as we entered the classroom, I overheard some of the students chatting. “I heard Trista’s new drama is airing tonight on Netflix. Let’s all watch it together to support her.” “Trista’s acting is really good. The trailer already got me hooked. I’m definitely watching tonight.”
I pulled out my chair and sat down. Christine immediately leaned over. She suggested, “Since Trista’s show is airing tonight, let’s celebrate her success together.” I agreed. “It’s her first drama, and she did well. I’ll order a bouquet for her later.” “Great! I’ll get her a gift too,” Christine said, eyeing me with curiosity. Then, in a teasing tone, she asked, “Hayz, has Christopher been up to anything recently?”
I raised an eyebrow and asked, “You don’t know your own husband’s schedule?” Christine blushed slightly. “I—I don’t know! I just heard he’s been busy lately.” I felt a hint of suspicion rise. “Wait, Christine, what’s going on? Why are you so interested in Christopher’s plans?”