We're already back to the manor. After deciding to confront him the situation. There's no better response than talking about it.
His wound was being treated by Rupert. As I was standing near the couch. He stole a look at me and sighed. "Have a seat."
"I don't want this to get longer."
"So do you think I want it!?" He snapped back.
Like just the night before, I was taking a seat across from him. I also didn't miss the glare that Rupert threw at me. He whispered something to Keegan's ear. I didn't get to catch what that was. Keegan's expression seemed tired too.
"Go wait outside the door." Keegan said and Rupert packed the medicine back into the box. He was about to take them with him but was interrupted by his Master. "Leave it."
After the sound of the door closing was heard, Keegan opened back the box, took out some pain relief and bandages. He threw them at me. It was not a kind gesture, but definitely not a bad one. "I don't like my couch being stained by blood."
I was used to handling my wound alone. Gerald might have Dr Hans with him sometimes. But he couldn't always be there when I needed it. And my uncle was so scared to call the other med team, saying I had to be on low profile.
"You're good at taking care of wounds," Keegan examined my work and I didn't respond to that.
"Tell me those details. What do you mean by assassin?" He asked me about my statement earlier. And this time, his face was so indifferent so I had no idea if he was going to kill me or work with me.
I spilled the truth. "I was trained as one. For the past ten years." I never once want to let people know. But it wouldn't work if I just kept it hidden. There was something in me that would never accept the reality of becoming another pack slave, after the ten years of hell I'd endured.
"My one and only uncle had no legitimate child. He was the rightful man to inherit the Alpha title." I stared on my feet, muttering the words. "I need the throne seat for my brother as like the last wishes from my mother. That's why he started training me as an assassin, making me do the killing."
I let out a bitter laugh. "And here I am, got kicked out and sold as a slave."
I told the reality I held for the past ten years. I didn't tell the details of who I had killed. But even without that, It was ugly.
Keegan was still in silence when he listened to me, He didn't even say anything or laughed about it. "It seemed like heaven already made you pay for the wrong." He muttered.
"What do you mean by the wrong?" I asked, and didn't understand what he was implying.
It was like a swift change of air when Keegan's gaze turned cold. "Do you know the information your parents sold about our Luna?"
He asked something that was nonsense in my ears. "My parents? I don't understand. What do you mean?"
He exhaled, "Your parents sold the information of our Luna so she got killed that night. The information that came from you and Conrad."
It couldn't be. "No, you're wrong." There's no way my parents dare to do that. Compared to Conrad's pack, we're just a small set of werewolves. They wouldn't have the audacity to do it. "Your mother died of heart failure, Keegan. My parents had nothing to do with that."
"No, it's not, Eliana." He stated, still with his cold gaze. " It was the time when Conrad told you about our Alpha departure for delegacy. They ambushed my home in secret, forced my mother to drink poison that led her to heart failure." He saw me with his looks of doubt. "I don't believe you're innocent either like he said."
"No, you're wrong Keegan." The statement was the most ridiculous I'd ever heard about my parents. They wouldn't betray my trust like that. "You're wrong," I shook my head.
Me from ten years ago would never do that to Conrad and his family. I knew how he would feel if he lost one of them. And the young fifteen years old me would never be able to endure seeing the pain he might bear.
But if that's the truth, then all my life, I'd been betrayed by the people I loved. My parents. My brothers. And Conrad.
"I am innocent. My parents are innocent too." I denied everything this man said because I didn't think my heart would survive accepting it if that was the reality.
Keegan looked like he was holding back his emotion when saying this. "Listen, I want to end you with everything I have. I might eventually do that someday. But right now, I have a more important priority. And I need you. I need you to distract Conrad so he doesn't get in my way."
He stood, looking down on me. My hand gripped the fabric of my clothes so hard that my knuckles turned into white. Gosh, if that was true, how could I dare look at their eyes.
Keegan said, "Let's truce. If you assassinate me, my entire pack will come after you. You have no choice in this matter."
"What.. what would I get?" I rasphed.
"Act like a slave. I will tell others not to touch a single hair from you. But respect me. Treat me like I'm your employer."
So basically it's another unwritten contract. Only now my status was worse than an assassin.
I heard when he let out his breath hard. "If it's ending right, I will let you go. And if the time is possible, I will help you take your pack from your brother."
It was a surprise from him so I looked up at his face right away. "You're so pitiful, you know. Got betrayed by the people you loved." Keegan said a matter of fact.