The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman

64 Getting to The Duplex

~Tamia~

I was giddy about spending time at the duplex but worried about Sylvester's mood.

It was clear we had opened a can of worms, and I doubted we would get all the answers we wanted.

We arrived at the building and were greeted by a smiling staff.

They had a lot of respect and admiration for their Lord. The staff accorded the same respect to me, making me realise who I was now.

I was no longer an eastern Luna but would soon be The Lady Of The North. Something most women could only dream of.

I was glad that Sylvester wasn't a shitty man like his father. Stephanie did a great job raising him, and I had to commend her for it. I wondered what went wrong with Dominic, but I guess time would tell.

"Do you want to shower? Because of the dust at Jenny's," Sylvester said to me the moment we entered the house, and I could sense he had other things in mind, so I nodded, and he led me up the stairs to the master bedroom.

"What about dinner?" I said, and he smiled at me.

"Once we clean up, we would head down to eat. I promise." He said.

The room was beautiful. It had a contemporary design compared to the old victorian of the estate.

Sylvester hugged me from the back and kissed my neck, making me moan.

Kaira purred in my head, and I knew it was on.

I doubt we would get tired of each other, but I knew Sylvester was on edge and needed to calm down. He was finding his centre, and I was more than willing to help him find it.

He unbuttoned my blouse, still standing behind me. Then he opened my blouse and cupped my breasts with his hands, squeezing gently and brushing his thumbs against my hard nipples through the fabric of my bra.

I moaned softly.

"Music, your moan is music to my ears," he whispered, nibbling my earlobe gently. Sylvester was a master, and I couldn't get enough of his skills.

I closed my eyes to enjoy what he was doing as I felt the wetness between my legs.

My shirt came off, and then my bra. He took them off while standing behind me.

He opened the fly of my jeans, rolled it down, and I took it off. I had nothing but my panties on, and I was wet between my legs.

"Time to shower," He said, and I could not believe we were stopping there.

He led me into the bathroom. I entered the shower, and he pinned me against the wall facing me and staring intensely into my eyes.

"This is a lifetime journey, Green eyes," He said with conviction, and I nodded, not knowing how to respond to his statement.

He crashed his lips on mine and kissed me hungrily, then broke the kiss and stared at me.

He lifted my hand and placed it on his chest to feel his heartbeat. I looked at him, speechless.

"I will only stop loving you when it stops beating," he said, and the words hit so hard that I squeezed my hand a bit, digging my nails into his flesh. I looked down, averting my gaze from his, fighting my tears. Then his hands touched my chin and lifted my face so that I could see him.

"I will be your family, your love, and your support. I will never betray you, Tamia. I will never leave you. I will never use you, and I will never hurt you. I will always choose you, no matter what. You own my heart, and you own me, and it will always be like this. No matter how hard it gets, no matter how difficult it gets, I will remain by your side. You will be my pride, and I will wear your love proudly. Your sacrifice won't be in vain. I will give more than what the fated bond provides; I will love you endlessly," he said with misty eyes, and my tears fell from the corner of my eyes. They fell freely.

There was deep relief in my chest that made me realise that I was worried about something.

"I know my father was a bastard, and he hurt my mother and the women in his life in irreparable ways. But I am nothing like him. I am not a dark alpha, and I refuse to be. Please do not let what we discover about my family and father make you afraid. I am nothing like him," He said, and I placed my head against his chest and let my tears fall freely.

"I know, my love. I know," I assured him, and he hugged me. Holding me close. I felt him turn on the faucet, and the water washed our skins.

I took off his shirt, and he took off his trousers and shorts and helped with my panties, leaving both of us naked under the shower.

The water washed away our fears and uncertainties.

He kissed and hoisted me up, burying himself deep inside.

He pumped gently, and I knew it was beyond the physical for me.

He was joining his soul to mine, owning and uniting with me. I held on and let him take me places.

We both came shattering on each other and loving it.

We completed the shower and exited the bathroom.

There were joggers in the wardrobe, so I opted to pair them with a white t-shirt. He wore the same, and we headed downstairs for dinner.

The amazing thing was that we all arrived in the dining room at the same time, with wet hair and in joggers. I wondered if the men planned this, but it didn't matter.

We sat at the table and served the food to eat.

"It was disturbing what we found back there," Linda began, and everyone agreed.

"Did you see the bondage pictures? Jenny and her Lord were into some kinky shit," Avery said, and we all laughed. I was glad our men did not take offence.

"No joke, but she wore the Mistress title with a capital M," Linda said, and we laughed.

"Honestly, it is sad," Avery said, and we were silent.

"I want to know how your mother could stand that woman," I asked Sylvester, and he shrugged.

"Honestly, if I were in her shoes, I would have found a way to make her disappear," Linda said, and we all laughed.

"You do not know how often I wanted to make Rebecca disappear. Kyle wasn't worth it. If he were, I would have committed a crime," She added, and Sylvester laughed.

"Honestly, my father wasn't worth the trouble. Trust me. With all I found, my mother could have as well driven a blade into his heart, and no one would fault her. He was shitty like that," Sylvester said, and I placed my hand on his thigh to rub gently.

"There are a lot of things we need to figure out quickly," I said.

"It is clear Jenny was the target, but why did they kill her in this house and not hers?" I asked, and Linda raised her hand as if we were in the classroom.

"Did you see her windows and the silver on her doors? They had to get her where she was less protected." Linda said, and we all laughed. Although I agreed with Linda's deduction, it did not make sense.

"It doesn't still make sense. This is the Wolf Lord's house. Stephanie is the Wolf lord's mother and lady of the north. There would be guards here; they were supposed to guard her. The main reason for bringing her here to live was to hide her and protect her from Devin and other enemies. It means this place was heavily guarded. Why would they attack and kill her in a heavily guarded place?" I asked, and as I asked the question, a scary truth dawned on me, one I dared not speak. I was silent immediately.

"I guess we will have to read her journal to understand her mind, and we can figure it out from there," Avery said, and everyone agreed, but I could not speak a word because the thought that loomed in my mind was the most likely answer, but I had to discuss it with Sylvester in private just in case I am wrong. I did not want to say anything that would hurt the investigation and people's reputations.

"One of the letters read that she gave my half-brother money. I wonder why she would go out of her way and give him money, then scare him to not show up in Lucland by telling him I am looking for him when I did not even know of his existence," Sylvester said, and he had a valid point.

"Your mother did ask her to help overturn your father's plans. Maybe that was part of it." Marcel said, and Sylvester shook his head.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"I had ascended as Lord by then. It can't be because of that. I suspect it has to do with something else," He said, and I was equally confused about that part.

"What about her child? Did it die at birth? I wouldn't put it past our fathers to do that just to hide their secrets. Mind you; people would know that she was unfaithful to her husband, which would have been detrimental to the Lord's reputation. The fact that our fathers shared her meant the baby could have belonged to any of them. What if they killed that baby? It will be understandable why she lived a solitary life and was always sad all the time. She dared not speak of it because it would reflect on her character. If the world knew of her affair, she would lose the right to represent the Babanins on the council, which would make her irrelevant, and I doubt your father loved her enough to make her luna. He couldn't even if he wanted to. The Belyaev bloodline is premium compared to her Lawrence arse. She would always play second fiddle, and I think she knew it," Marcel said, and we were silent because what he said was true. He had hit the nail on the head.

"We need to study her journals together starting tomorrow," Sylvester said with strong determination, and I squeezed his thigh.

I planned on telling him my thoughts when we retired to the bedroom.

I hoped it wasn't what I thought, but that was the only plausible explanation for what happened.

"I think we will still need to comb through that building," Theodore said, and I knew he was right because we were not expecting to find all we found there. There was a possibility that there were things there.

"For someone that keeps records for the council, it is amazing that she doesn't have a computer yet. All the letters were photocopied," Linda said, bringing something vital to our attention.

"I thought that too. It was quite odd. I know she is old school and all, but it was quite odd that there was nothing on her desk. Do you think someone might have stolen the computer if she had one?"

Avery asked, and we all looked at ourselves because she had given a valid point.

There was a lot of shadiness and bad blood around her. She might have something on it that they want to protect from getting out. We needed to find out.

"If she had a computer, I doubt it was in that office. Didn't you see the number of locks on the door and windows?" Theodore said, and Sylvester shook his head.

"The culprit might have stolen it before the murder. The office and passage were locked after the murder," Sylvester said, making a very valid point, and it was plausible.

"There is a lot to uncover. I suggest we stay another day here and go through the documents we have taken. Afterwards, we should copy them onto a system by having a Kappa scan them into a computer." I said, and everyone agreed.

We finished up and decided to retire to our bedroom.

As soon as Sylvester and I entered the room, I decided to tell him what I was thinking about Jenny's murder. I just prayed he would not take offence.