The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 159: _Odessa’s Secret

Chapter 159: _Odessa’s Secret

"K– Kaelos..." Marcellus tried speaking as I slowly raised him into the air, my Alpha King aura surrounding the building like a thick fog at this point.

But I snarled, increasing my grip on his neck as I felt my claws itching to come out and slit his throat.

"Shut up, you snake!" I growled, gritting my teeth as I glared at him.

People murmured and gasped, and I could feel the judgment from many of them. But I didn’t care.

"Alpha King, calm down." Celine echoed from the stage with a carefree voice, clearing her throat. "That pathetic witch shouldn’t be a reason for you to shed blood and soil your image tonight. Instead, be thankful that I—"

I snapped my neck to her, not saying anything, but my silence was enough to shut her up. She swallowed her words, her body shaking with fear as she gripped the podium for support.

With that taken care of, I brought my gaze back to Marcellus, tilting my head as I watched him squirm helplessly under my grip.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip out your spine, Marcellus," I growled with a low voice that managed to reverberate around the hall. "Just one good reason why I shouldn’t end your life. You kissed my wife!"

Marcellus slowly brought his hands to my wrist, wrapping his fingers around it as he shook his head weakly.

"Kaelos, p– please calm down. I—"

Before he could continue, I tightened my grip further, sneering.

"It’s Alpha King to you!"

Without another word, I flung him forward like a rag doll, watching as he crashed through chairs and tables before landing on the floor with a grunt.

The people in that direction scampered for safety as I waltzed toward Marcellus, my jaw clenched and my hands balling into fists.

"Kaelos!" Odessa’s voice echoed behind me just then, forcing me to pause.

I could almost hear her voice in my head through her emotion, which I felt as mine. Her confusion, like a lamb brought before a slaughterhouse. Her despair. Her helplessness. Her fear.

But if she could feel my emotions as well, she should be able to feel and see that I was under a lot of mental stress right now as well.

I glanced at her from over my shoulder, watching her stand there in the distance as she was held back by the guards.

Oh, what? She wants to come save her boyfriend?

’Kaelos, you need to calm down now.’ Damon tried being the voice of reason in my mind. ’You’re painting a bad image to the people watching. Stop and think for a—’

’Stay out of this, Damon.’ I responded with a mental growl as I brought my gaze back to Marcellus and saw him groggily trying to get up.

He placed his right hand on his forehead, gritting his teeth as he raised his head and stared at me. But I ignored the pleading look in his eyes and walked up to him, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him to his feet.

"That joke you made about wanting to hit on Odessa if she were a werewolf. The night of the welcoming ball. It was never a joke, was it?" A crazed grin curled up my lips as I chuckled.

Marcellus had a small cut on his face that brought out a little blood, but I didn’t care. That was nothing compared to the burning pain in my heart right now.

"Talk, you fool!" I snapped, raising him to the air and then flinging him to the ground with enough force to pulverize a human or witch.

But he only yelped in pain, the sound of his bones and the marble floor breaking echoing around the dead-silent hall.

Just when I raised my right hand to land a punch on his face, Odessa screamed.

"ENOUGH!"

Oh no...

I glanced back at her and watched as her voice manifested as a sonic wolf howl that sent the guards restraining her flying every which way.

Windows shattered, chairs and tables blew away, and even people were affected as everyone covered their ears due to the pitch and strength of the scream.

Some were even flung away as well, devolving the hall into pandemonium and chaos.

I watched with mixed emotions, gritting my teeth and covering my ears as well. The pitch of her howl was even more powerful tonight than the night at the Blood Oak woods.

Was she becoming more powerful?

Eventually, after what could’ve been five seconds of prolonged screaming, Odessa stopped, covering her mouth and gaining back control.

Her eyelids blinked with shock as she scanned her gaze around the destruction in the hall, which she was at the epicenter of.

"Bloody hell..." Marcellus cursed from where he lay down close to my feet, but I didn’t even pay him any heed as more murmuring echoed around the hall.

"What was that?"

"Isn’t she a witch?"

"That howl was definitely not the cause of magic. It was a howl only a powerful werewolf can conjure."

"How’s this possible? Isn’t... Isn’t she supposed to be a powerless witch?"

These were just a few of the words that erupted all around the hall, causing me to tense up as I clenched my jaw.

The jig was up!

Odessa seemed to finally be coming back to reality as she raised her hands wearily as Celine pointed at her from the stage, taking the opportunity.

"What sorcery did you use? So you’ve had powers all this time?!"

Odessa looked like a rabbit backed into a corner as she took steps back, shaking her head.

"N–No, I can explain. This isn’t... This isn’t what it seems." She said with a loud voice, but her pleas were drowned by the increasing murmuring and yells of the people in the hall.

I was torn between seeking the truth about the video I just watched and stepping in to help her from the public scrutiny, causing me to brush my hand through my hair with frustration.

Suddenly, before Odessa could make any other moves, she released a loud gasp that instantly caught my attention, her body stiffening as she fell to her knees.

My eyes widened as my heart skipped a beat.