299 Guilty
Benson Walton’s POV:
After leaving the Moon Palace, I was in a daze. Even Rhode, who only had eyes for his little sister, noticed my abnormality.
“Hey, bro, what’s wrong? You’ve been out of your mind these few days, are you feeling unwell?”
I forced a bitter smile and replied in a low voice, “It’s nothing,”
No matter how much Rhode asked, I didn’t say anything.
Looking at my frown, Rhode suddenly thought of something and asked, “Could it be related to Selma?”
I was shocked and subconsciously refused, but accidentally spilled the coffee beside me.
“There’s something wrong with you.” Rhode frowned. “Listen, buddy. If you have any problems, you must tell me, okay? We’re friends. You’re my Alpha, I’m your Beta. We should face all problems together.”
Looking at his sincere expression, I only felt bitterness and could not speak.
‘My dear friend, if you knew that your precious sister had committed suicide because of me, would you still treat me as a close friend?’
When I saw the news, I knew the countdown on our friendship had started.
What was meant to come would come. No matter how much I wanted to escape, sin would corrode me like maggots attached to the bone.
Mr. And Mrs. Payne couldn’t wait to submit an application to the palace immediately because they had no channels, they needed my parents to do it for them. Or rather, I should do it for them.
What did it feel like to be sent to the execution ground?
I didn’t know when this application would be seen, but lying on the guillotine, waiting for the blade to fall, was always the most torturous moment.
My father and Mr. Payne had been good friends for many years, so he accompanied my mother and Mr. And Mrs. Payne to go for a walk around the shop to relax.
“Young man, get along well,” he said to me before he left. “I saw you and Rhode having a fight. You’re not a child anymore, son. You know that friendship is more important than a little temper.”
“I know…” I could only try my best to maintain a silly smile, not letting the anxiety in my heart reveal a trace of suspicion.
In the evening, we came to the Moon Palace again to attend the wedding ceremony of ‘Princess Madeline’.
Madeline… Selma…
It was only now that I realized they were the same person. Selma, who had returned to the Lycan pack, was living a good life. She used to be a timid and stubborn little girl, but now she had become an unapproachable Princess as if all that had happened in the past were just my fantasies.
How good would it be if it was a fantasy?
The ceremony was grand and majestic, fully demonstrating the power and wealth of the royal family to the guests. This was a kind of etiquette but also a demonstration. It showed all the werewolves that the royal family had a strong descendant bloodline, and any Alpha who dared to use the excuse of the royal bloodline’s decline to make a small move would have to consider whether their weight was enough to provoke it.
If I had a guilty conscience, I was the one who would bear the brunt of it.
I did not attend the banquet later on and did not dare to see Selma’s face. Thus, I left early with the excuse that I was not feeling well. Before I left, I saw Rhode and his wife, Mr. And Mrs. Payne, trying to bypass the guests and touch Selma. I immediately looked away as if I had been electrocuted. I didn’t dare to look at them again and left in a hurry.
The royal family’s accommodation for Alpha and his entourage was very advanced. The comfortable bed could make a tired person fall asleep in thirty seconds. However, I couldn’t close my eyes, no matter how hard I tried.
The Moon Temple’s gorgeous decorations and the scepter that symbolized royal authority appeared before my eyes. The tottering golden statues and sharp gemstones seemed like they were about to slice off pieces of my flesh.
I tried to escape, but a large group of guards chased after me. They roared and pressed me against the cold marble floor. Fear made me cry, and a pair of beautiful crystal shoes embedded with diamonds appeared in my blurry vision.
A stern and cold female voice sounded above my head, “Long time no see, Benson.”
I raised my head with great difficulty and met Selma’s eyes, filled with disgust and ridicule.
I wanted to say something, but the guards already gagged my mouth. My face was wet with cold sweat, and the beads of sweat that fell into my eyes drew out more tears. Just as I was at a loss, a shocked and pained voice gave me my final judgment. “Benson! I trusted you so much. How dare you kill my sister!”
I looked behind Selma and saw the furious Rhode pointing at my nose and cursing at me. Behind him, Mr. Payne and his wife were hugging each other and crying bitterly. They were looking at me with eyes full of anger and accusation. My parents stood awkwardly at the side. My mother sighed while my father looked at me with shock and disappointment. “You’re such a disappointment, Benson.”
I struggled to defend myself, but the guards were like a mountain that pressed me down, making me unable to move. Selma bent down and coldly looked at my powerless attempts. After a while, she said, “I’ll never forgive you for what you’ve done, Benson. People like you don’t deserve to be a protected citizen of the Moon Goddess. Go to hell!”
She kicked me hard, her sharp, high heels piercing my eyes. I wailed and suddenly opened my eyes-
It was just a dream.
Outside the window, the sky in the east had already brightened.
