The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 175: _Fear The Hybrid

Chapter 175: _Fear The Hybrid

"M–Marcellus?" I blinked, unsure of what to say or do when I saw him standing at the other side of the cell.

He had a smile on his face, staring at me for a prolonged period... Until he suddenly winced and held his stomach.

"Well, I expected a warmer reaction to seeing me. Especially after your husband did a good job dislocating every bone in my body." He remarked with a chuckle, causing my face to heat up with embarrassment as I stepped forward.

"I’m so sorry about that..." I muttered even though it wasn’t my fault.

It wasn’t his fault either.

It was Celine’s...

"It’s fine. I’m recovering gradually." He said casually, swirling around with his arms outstretched and his smirk never disappearing. "You on the other hand. How are you holding up here?"

I paused, my eyelids fluttering at first until something flashed in my mind.

After the explosion, when Kaelos was dragging me through the crowd and toward the dungeons, I saw Marcellus. He’d been sitting at the back of an ambulance receiving treatment at that time.

But his face... The expression on his face when we looked into each other’s eyes.

It was almost unreadable but I could’ve sworn I saw a hint of amusement in his eyes. What was he amused about?

What could he possibly find funny about being blackmailed by Celine and then having his image tarnished to the whole continent?

"Marcellus?" I couldn’t hold back my thoughts anymore and called out, taking a few steps forward as I tilted my head. "You don’t seem... As bothered as I’d expected about this whole thing."

His expression twitched at first but then an amused smirk curled up his lips. That same smirk made me uneasy for an unknown reason.

I hated it and it was getting creepy, especially in this context.

"Is that so?" He queried with mock curiosity, placing his hands into the pockets of his black pants. "And why would you say that?"

I bit my bottom lip, holding back my frustration before I gestured at him. "Look at how relaxed you are, for the gods’ sake! While I have to stay locked up in here for hell knows how long; you’re out there seeming so... Carefree. How do you do it?"

Suddenly, the guards who were standing nearby brought their gazes to the cell and then blurted. "Is everything alright there?"

What the heck did they mean by that?

’Odessa, calm down.’ Sirena mumbled cautiously in my head. ’This isn’t just your frustration speaking. Kaelos’ emotions are also manifesting through you. You have to learn how to control their effects on you.’

My eyes twitched as I watched Marcellus glance back at the guards and shake his head with a reassuring smile.

"Everything is fine here. Nothing to worry about at all—"

"No." I blurted, forcing Marcellus to swerve his head to me with clear confusion.

But I ignored that and stepped forward, wrapping my hands around the metal bars. They were made of silver, but they didn’t affect me, thanks to the immunity my witch side gave me.

"Excuse me?" One of the two guards raised an eyebrow, glancing at his comrade while Marcellus looked on at me with even more confusion now.

"Dessa, what are you doing?" He whispered, but I ignored him, staring straight at the guards.

"Why do you think everything wouldn’t be alright here?" I asked the guards, feeling my emotions and magic surging. "Because I’m a murderous hybrid who can’t control herself? Because you know deep down that you guys wouldn’t be able to do shit if I REALLY wanted to escape?"

The guards stared at me with pure disdain before bursting out into laughter, causing me to tighten my grip on the silver bars.

’Odessa, your aunt is in the pack, remember?’ Sirena was the voice of reason in my mind, trying to calm me. ’Please, this isn’t worth it. You’re overreacting and if you push too much, you’ll give everyone more reasons to judge you.’

There was a flicker of hesitation in me after hearing all that. Just a flicker.

But then it all dissipated as my eyes flared while the guards continued laughing.

"Those metal bars are enchanted by our pack’s most powerful moonstone, snowflake." The other guard said with a mocking voice, eyeing me, and stepping forward.

"Why don’t you sit down and think about all you’ve done instead of ranting like a little bitch? Have you forgotten what happens to your kind in this world?"

"Guard?!" Marcellus snarled all of a sudden, instantly forcing the guard to behave. "Believe me, I may be injured but I wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place if you don’t keep quiet and do your job."

That brief reaction made me forget why I was angry in the first place. Marcellus has always been protective of me, especially during situations like this where I was ostracized.

It was the same thing with Kaelos.

But now... I wasn’t the same powerless witch from two weeks ago.

"It’s typical for ignorant people like you to talk about my ’kind’ as if we’re evil," I said coldly as the flaming torches in the dungeon began flickering and the shadows started twisting unnaturally.

The guards noticed the changes around them and instantly went on alert, placing their hands into their black suits and readying their weapons, but I could see the fear written on their features.

And I didn’t care...

"It’s not my fault that I’m a hybrid. It’s not my fault that I was a witch. It’s not my fault that I was a powerless witch." My voice became louder and more confident with each sentence as I felt my magic flowing out of me.

The guards shook with fear as the shadows became even more unnatural on the walls, twisting into crooked forms.

"You all are quick to judge people for being different. And now after forcing the dangerous hybrid into a wall, Celine and all those who wanted my downfall were able to get the reaction they desired." I said bitterly, as the temperature in the dungeon dropped by several degrees.

Marcellus took a few steps back, staring at me with alarm before he spoke calmly. "Dessa, stop this! This isn’t you."

But I ignored him as my hair whipped like snakes around me even though there was no wind to blow it.

"Allow me to give you another reason to fear the hybrid," I said with a voice colder than the dropping temperature in the dungeons, my fists clenching beside me.