The Couple

Chapter 43: Interrogation

Celia

Although I spent the night in his room after returning from the Harris’s building, I couldn’t sleep. No,not

because I was nervous or worried about the case. I mean I am worried about Chris and how he will

escape, what if someone saw him and identified him through his dark black orbs which attracted me

the most apart from his heart.

But my doubts vanished in the air like smoke when I saw the same unknown guy talking with Chris

back then with the sheriff department. I still remember the moment I saw him and thought I was

possibly mistaking him with someone else but the smile on J’s face confirmed my doubts. I was

inwardly happy that the culprit himself is involved in finding one. I almost laughed at the thought but J

kicked my already injured feet enough to keep me shut.

It was then I got reminded of my sprained and probably broken ankle. The Sheriff got a doctor's check

for my injury who confirmed that my ankle is definitely not broken but is twisted heavily. It might take a

few days to get completely fine. He aided it and asked to visit him today. Chris told me he will

accompany me to the doctor.

The reason I didn’t sleep the whole night even after being with Chris was he didn’t sleep with me on the

same bed. He depicted the chair as more comfortable than bed. I felt guilty that this man didn’t sleep

the whole night because he didn’t want to lay beside me because I am a bitch but he couldn’t leave me

alone as well as he loves me so much.

While I just wanted to hold him and sleep peacefully pressed under his weight.

In the morning, Mary brought fresh clothes for me and told me she will send breakfast for me in the

room. I thought it was because of my sprained ankle but Chris just opened his mouth to inform me that

even J and Greg are having their food in their room because grandma right now is in no mood to see

us and will might even hit us if she saw us.

We are on our way to the doctor who examined me last night. Although J and Greg were declared fine

yesterday. Early in the morning, the sheriff called and asked them to visit the doctor along with me.

None of us said a word in the car. Chris is driving the car with that serious look on his face.

J is sleeping on the shoulder of Greg as she didn’t sleep well last night. She is traumatized by what

happened last night. Greg informed us she kept waking up again and again in the middle of the night.

She sometimes even didn’t wake up and kept screaming in sleep. If it wasn’t Greg sleeping with

her,she might have slept into a coma. She was almost raped last night in front of her boyfriend,she kept

seeing that bastard smirking or laughing in her sleep or Greg was brutally beaten to death. Either way

she ended up screaming.

Chris carried me inside the hospital and refused when a nurse offered a wheelchair for me. Greg also

needs to get his wounds checked, Jenner just accompanied us as the sheriff asked. But I do want her

to see the psychiatric department for once but I am wondering how to bring up the topic.

Chris even refused to go out when the doctor was examining my ankle. When the doctor touched me

his grip around my hand got so tight that I felt if my ankle wasn't broken he would surely break my

wrist. I am sure right now he wants to demand for a female doctor. But I am happy he didn’t ask for

one.

As we got out of the doctor’s room, we met the sheriff who is here with his two officers but none of

them is the one from Chris’s friend. He asked us to call Greg and Jeanne too who went for Greg to

another doctor.

I saw Chris just stood there instead of dialing for Greg or Jeanne. I don’t know much about werewolves

but if he is using one of his things then he should stop just now as the sheriff is giving us a really weird

look right now.

It seems like he heard me and looked down to me and nodded at me before bringing out his phone to

call Greg. Soon, Greg and Jeanne were here and the sheriff asked to move into an empty room to talk.

Chris made me sit on one bed while Jeanne and Greg occupied the other one.

“Although you three clearly told us what happened just yesterday but I still want you to give your

statements again as I think either of you is hiding something or losing something behind. Is that okay

with you, guys?” He looked at all three of us and we nodded our heads.

“So, Celia, starting with you, how did you exactly get into the apartment? What happened at the club?”

“I had a plan to go to a club with my colleagues who wanted me to bring Harris with me. I invited him

and he agreed, we went in and danced for a while. After we gave our orders, surprisingly his food had

mushrooms. He was allergic to mushrooms so I took him to his penthouse. Zachary, his friend, helped

me.”

“Why did your colleagues want you to invite him? Any particular reason. And why did you bring him

home when he had his friends at the club? Help me please.” He made an innocent face like he doesn’t

know anything.

“I already told you he was my boyfriend back then.”

“He was your boyfriend and now your boyfriend is dead. Are you mourning because you don't seem

like you’re?” I hesitated a bit hearing his question made me realise he is right and I should be mourning

for him as his fake girlfriend. I extended my hand to hold Chris but found him behind the Sheriff

standing in another corner of the room. I looked at him and he nodded as if telling me to tell him the

truth now.

“I wasn’t his beloved girlfriend but a forced one.” I whispered but I am sure everyone heard me

werewolf or not, they heard me.

“Loud, Miss Jordan.”

“I never loved him or even liked him, he threatened me to be his girlfriend.” The sheriff looked at Chris,

while Chris stood there with teary eyes as if he had no idea that I was being tortured.

“Threatened you with what, Miss Celia?” By now, I was crying my eyes out and Jeanne was there

consoling me.

“He threatened me with my best friend, my parents and my other friends.” I didn’t lie except I just didn’t

say the whole truth.

“Your two friends in New York City were held hostages by someone in their own house. Was it him?” I

could just nod because I think I lost my tongue.

“Do you know Miss Jordan, who poisoned Harris with mushrooms? Who wanted to hurt him? Because

the chef said they don’t put mushrooms in that dish but someone asked him to add grated mushrooms.

Do you know who it was?” I felt attacked. I felt like this was the end of our game when Chris interrupted

the Sheriff and held me in his arms. I wrapped my hands around his waist while he asked the Sheriff to

stop his interrogation for now. He has already threatened me and I am crying senselessly.

He agreed and started questioning Jeanne and Greg. Jeanne informed him again how they both were

having dinner at a diner when Jeanne got the call from Harris and left immediately without saying

anything to Greg. Greg told him that he actually suspected something fishy and followed Jeanne but

got left behind a bit due to traffic.

They also stated the truth only leaving the part where Chris and his friends entered. Jeanne told them

how Harris tried to rape her while Peter and Zachary were looking over me like their prey. I was in

Chris’s lap now who is cooing over me.

“Say you asked for the way to the washroom.” He whispered silently in my ear and I couldn’t make out

what he meant with that. I was looking at him blankly while he had his expressionless face on.

It was only then I heard someone calling my name. I shifted my gaze and found the Sheriff calling for

me after he was done with Jeanne and Greg. I didn’t notice when he finished asking his questions with

them. He looked at me with a questioning look asking for more questions. I am terrified as I know soon

he will arrest me for plotting and Chris for a murder but then his identity, his species existence will be

revealed.

I didn’t realise I was sweating and my heart was beating so loudly that everyone in this room could hear

it pumping the blood to arteries. Then, I felt small circles drawn on my back with a thumb. It instantly

relaxed me and his voice in my heart called me to concentrate and relax. His voice was soothing and

calming.

“You ready?” And I just nodded instead of giving my affirmation verbally.

“You know who would have poisoned Harris? Who would have tipped the waiter to add grated

mushrooms in his dish.” I didn’t know what to tell him. I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him and more

importantly didn’t know whom to let take the blame. I just shook my head.

“You were seen talking to your waiter, what did you both were talking about?” I looked at Chris but he

just refused to look at me and kept drawing circles on my back which kept me calm the whole time.

“I… I asked for directions to the washroom.”

“Just directions to the washroom and it looked like you were telling him the directions.” Did the waiter

tell him something? Damn, I am busted.

“Yes, I just asked for directions. Actually he thought I wanted to change my order. That is why we talked

for a bit long.” I just lied on his face but I could not see in his eyes yet while lied to him that I have no

involvement in murder.

“You said previously, he threatened you with your loved ones, why did you never try informing one and

asking for help?” I sighed with relief. He bought my lie and I got relaxed but now I have to accept how

Linda and John were in danger because of me.

“He… He was keeping tabs on me. He was making Peter and Zachary follow me everywhere. He

keeps a check on whom I was contacting, even before the call connects he gets to know of it.”

“Why did you not tell your parents who were living beside you?”

“He hid microphones all over my house to hear our talks.” I turned to look at Chris. “I never told him

about the dinner invitation at Dante house but my father informed me at my house and he heard

through the system. I never left a note in their restroom during the dinner but he found it too.” It was

more like my confession to Chris than the statement to the Sheriff.

I saw something shifting in him as if the realization hit him and he connected all the dots to make the

line. We both were lost when someone clears their throat and brings us back to reality.

“You want to change your statement regarding your friends being a hostage?” I nodded.

“I will make the arrangement with the New York Police Department. Just be truthful this time and don’t

hide any information.”

“I am sorry, he kept sending me threatening pictures of my parents or Jeanne. I just wanted to keep

them safe.” With that, I bursted into tears again. I looked over at Jeanne who was leaning on Greg’s

shoulder and was looking at my expressionless face as if she felt nothing for me, neither pity nor anger.

I know I need to do a lot of explaining.

“I need to check her cell phone and her apartment to confirm her statement and collect the evidence.” I

heard me asking for a few things but I kept my face buried deep in Chris’s chest while he handed over

my cell phone to him.

“Her keys might be in her purse and I didn’t bring it since I didn’t think she might need it here. I will

send the keys to you.” He explained the things to the sheriff.

“Christian, I might need to have a word with you.” He nodded and grabbed both my shoulders to pull

me away. He looked at me with a concerned gaze and I nodded to assure him and got off his lap.

They went out while we waited inside for them to finish their talk. Last night, Ethan called out loudly the

words in the car they both speak distantly after I requested him to tell me what they talked about. But

now, I can neither ask Greg or Jeanne and Jeanne’s expression speaks clearly that my request won’t

be accepted even if I made one.

I am craving to hug my best friend but I am surely not getting one when she is sitting just next to me.

Chris came back in with the sheriff who once again asked if we remember anything from last night

about the goons who attacked last night. And we all shook our heads. Chris assured him that the sheriff

department will get full support from his family and if any of us will remember anything significant we

will report to them. They shook hands after the sheriff declared we could return back to our house.

The return journey was even more awkward. I kept stealing glances of Jeanne through the rear view

mirror who would shift her gaze as soon as our eyes met. I am no werewolf but right now can still

sense her anger and feeling of getting betrayed.

As soon as we reached the Dantes house, Chris carried me to some room while Greg followed him. As

Greg opened the door and Chris took me in, I found everyone from last night present there. It was like

an office where you have a desk filled with files, a boss leather chair, two chairs in front of the desk for

guests and a couch except this room has two. It was filled with wooden shelves while some had glass

doors with wooden frames which allow you to sneak in and rest had wooden doors.

Everyone was seated but stood up as they saw us proceeding. Greg joined them. Chris made me sit at

the guest chair kept afar from the desk in the middle of the room.

“You, okay?” I just nodded. I can feel everyone’s gaze poking in my skin while Chris proceeded behind

the desk and sat down on the boss chair. He signed everyone to get down.

“Ethan is my beta, Greg is third in command. You already know Mason, he holds the commander in my

pack. This is Jacob you haven’t met, he is in the sheriff department who helps pack to stay protected

from the law and Dan is one of my best fighters, if he wouldn’t have been younger than Mason, he

would have been the commander.” Mason chuckled at his comment while Dan scorned. “Tyler is one of

the patrollers at the border while Bryan will be your personal bodyguard from now on.” I wanted to say

something but chose to stay quiet for now. I just nodded to whatever he said while he introduced them

to me and their roles in the pack. Since they are here all must be the trustworthy members of the pack

but can I trust them with the information I have. Although no one told me why I am here, my mind

knows I need to recall everything that happened these past days very clearly and tell them the details.

“And this is Celia Jordan.” As soon as he said those words, everyone except him stood and bowed to

me. “Luna” They called me in unison. I didn't know what to say or how to react and I stared at Chris

who was smiling a toothy grin. He looked too good looking right now.

Looking at my confused face, Ethan and others burst into laughter except Bryan and Jacob while Bryan

had a faint smile, Jacob had nothing as if he rejected my presence in Chris’s life but just bowed to me

as per the ritual.

After everyone got seated back in their seats

“Celia, we just need to hear what actually happened all these days. Make sure you don’t forget any

details but if you do, no problem you can tell us later. Just relax for now and tell us what happened from

the beginning.” I could hear the nervousness in his voice, it sounded alarmed as if he was afraid I might

say something which I shouldn’t.

“After my birthday, the day you told me about your real identity, that day you let me meet you, I was

confused and scared.” I saw his face fall, I wanted to tell him I was scared but not of him. But right now

there is no time to comfort him, so I continued.

“He was out at that time but returned early on Tuesday and strangely called me to his office during

lunch time. I went in hoping for another torture, another loads of work but instead he told me that he

knows. He knows what you are. I got scared, I forgot to move. He threatened me that he might reveal

your identity to the whole and I remember we didn’t talk much but you told me that's why you keep your

identity hidden.”

As I said the words, I heard everyone gasping and looking at me with horrified looks. Chris was staring

at me with wide eyes as if I told him I am a terrorist. I could hear them murmuring but forgot to listen as

I was looking at Chris, although we both were in the same room, it felt like a huge distance between us.

“He said that he knew what we are?” It was Ethan who spoke and brought our staring competition.

“He never said it in words… but he indicated many times with phrases like he knew Chris is a monster,

or what might happen if the town gets to know about him.”

“What was your first thought after coming out of his office?”

“That I need to talk to Chris about the traitor in his pack but as I realised he is keeping tabs over me

and I might risk his life, I dropped the idea.”

“You thought it was someone from my pack, why? Any proof.” It was Chris. He asked me with gritted

teeth as it took him a lot of effort to speak.

“You told me that except you guys no one knows about your existence. You reveal your identity only if

you trust the person with your life, so it must be traitor to you who revealed your identity.” Jacob

nodded. It was like no one understood me in the room while they proceeded their interrogation and

asking me all types of questions from why to how. Everyone had their own doubts and questions. I

continued answering their questions. Jacob was the one who asked me most of the questions, even

Chris was annoyed with him but said nothing seeing his curiosity to know the exact situation.

Whole afternoon went like this, questioning me and me answering those questions and continuing

telling my story when they stopped with their questions for a while. It continued until Mary interrupted

and asked to come for lunch. She pushed a wheelchair inside the room.

“Don’t carry her all the time. Grandma might not like it.” She left after giving me a warm smile. I felt a

relief thinking I have not lost everything all this while.

As we reached the dining room, today all the chairs were occupied. Grandma didn’t look up to me even

once, neither did Jeanne. I was hungry till now and when Mary called out for having lunch at breakfast,

I was happy but now seeing that maybe no one wants me here made me lose my petite.

I just had a few bites and then excused myself. Chris wanted to help me move but I stopped and asked

him politely to eat his food and assured him with a smile. Bryan also tried to follow me out but I sent

him back to the table. I went into the garden and just sat there in my wheelchair.

“Looks like your so much hard work and planning got wasted. You suffered all this to protect them but

they don’t want to be here anymore.” I turned around in my seat to look at the person, it was Jacob. He

must be enjoying this since he didn’t want me here either. I don’t know what it was but he surely

doesn’t like me. I chose to ignore his comment and he took it as an approval to come forward.

“I get it, you don’t want me here but you don't need to make it hard for me. Trust me I did what I thought

was right and did for good.” I know I don’t need to justify to him but I want to because if I and Chris

have anything in future, I want to have good relations with his people.

“I can understand, you might have made the wrong choice but you had no bad intentions.” It made me

look up at him. “Luna.” He bowed and showed his respect as our eyes met.

“Drop the title. I am not your Luna yet and there is no one around to show.” I just told him in an irritated

voice as him being fake in private too annoyed me.

“I am sorry, I accept I didn’t like you to be my Luna. I still thought of Luna Selena as our Luna and

always wanted someone like Luna Teresa as our new Luna. And seeing you already bring a threat to

our pack, I was angry.”

“I am sorry too.”

“I just came here to apologize to my new Luna for my bad behavior. I hope Luna is not too upset with

me.” I was shocked to hear his words. I looked up at him bowing and leaving. He left, showing me a

toothy grin.

Did he just tell me he accepted me as his Luna?

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