Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Sierra pov.

As I gazed upwards, my eyes caught sight of Williams, and a fleeting moment of joy surged within me.

He let the cutlass fall to the grass, turning his gaze towards everyone, and an air of fear caused them to retreat, trembling.

"What is the matter with you all?" he bellowed, his eyes scanning each face, including the one who dared to wield the blade against me.

With simmering anger in his voice, he approached the man, lifting him forcefully.

"Who granted you the authority to act as you please?" His words rang out, causing the man to cower, eyes cast downwards in fear.

"Apologies, sir. She has committed countless sins, and I believed it best to bring an end to her here."

A chill ran down my spine upon hearing those words, unable to fathom the sinister plan that lay in store for my demise.

"What did she do to deserve such punishment, to warrant the severing of her hands?" William's voice boomed once more, tightening his grip around the man's neck. The man's finger quivered as he pointed towards the fallen apple, attempting to explain.

"She was stealing from me," the man admitted, and William released his grip, directing his attention towards the fruit.

Without hesitation, he approached me, lifting me from the ground, and began to lead me back to the castle. Each step reverberated with purpose as he dragged me along.

Upon reaching the castle, he flung me onto the floor, anger seething in his eyes as he glared down at me.

"What is the matter with you?" he roared, his face commanding my attention. Overwhelmed, I averted my gaze, unable to find the right words.

Approaching me, he firmly grasped my chin, lifting it to meet his piercing stare, his voice resonating with fury.

"Why do you steal?" he asked, adopting an accusing tone that left me visibly shocked. I had assumed he knew me well enough by now, aware that I was not a thief.

I stood up, my eyes filled with hurt, and locked gazes with him. William should have known better than to believe the rumors spread by the villagers.

Tears welled up in my eyes, reflecting my pain, as I mustered the courage to speak.

"I thought you would have come to understand that I don't steal. I was simply feeling famished, desperately longing for something to eat. When I spotted an apple tree, I approached it, hoping to find sustenance. Why does everyone despise me? What have I done wrong?"

Suddenly, Alex intervened, her voice filled with a mix of anger and amusement as she directed her words at me.

"What's so funny?" William questioned, turning his attention to her. She paused briefly, then faced him.

"Well, isn't it clear? Your beloved wife isn't just an adulteress but also a thief."

Before she could utter another word, a resounding slap landed on her face. She fell silent, her expression mirroring both surprise and shock, just like mine.

"I am still your Alpha, and you will show me respect," William yelled as he stormed away, leaving me alone with Alex.

I wanted to laugh, to make her understand what it felt like to be in my shoes, enduring such humiliation all the time. But before I could walk away, she grabbed my arm, forcing me to face her.

"Don't act clever now, Sierra. Your time will come," she sneered, then walked away. I was left speechless, unable to find the right words as I retreated indoors. My stomach continued to rumble, the gnawing hunger threatening to overpower me. I feared that if I didn't eat soon, I might collapse and never wake up.

As I walked over to my room, anticipation filled my senses. With a gentle push, I swung open the door and was greeted by a magnificent sight. The bed was adorned with an abundance of delectable food, enticing me with its irresistible aroma. Instantly, my mouth began to water, and a feeling of hunger consumed me.

With a quiet click, I closed the door behind me and made my way towards the bed. As I lowered myself onto the soft surface, my eyes widened in awe at the feast before me. I couldn't help but marvel at the colorful array of dishes. However, a hint of skepticism crept into my mind, causing me to hesitate before taking a bite. Was this an elaborate prank or a genuine surprise?

Just then, my gaze fell upon a neatly folded paper resting among the food. Curiosity piqued, I picked it up and unfolded it with care. The words inscribed on the page caught my attention: "I hope this meal is enough?" A surge of warmth flooded my heart as I recognized the name signed at the bottom. It was from Williams. A smile formed on my lips, and gratitude filled my soul.

Without further hesitation, I began to indulge in the sumptuous spread, savoring each bite with ravenous delight. The growling emptiness in my stomach reminded me of my true hunger, which now started to subside.

Engrossed in my meal, I failed to notice the door creaking open. It was only when I sensed a presence that I glanced up, my eyes meeting the shocked gaze of Alex. A gasp escaped her lips, breaking the silence of the room.

"What..." Her voice trembled with surprise as she swiftly shut the door, closing off the outside world. Determined to continue relishing the feast, I paid little attention to her arrival. However, my gaze inadvertently lingered upon her figure, even as I kept eating.

Curiosity and concern intermingled in her voice as she asked, "Who gave you my meal? I cooked it!" Her words hung in the air, demanding an answer or an explanation. Yet, my hunger-fueled focus left me indifferent, rendering her inquiry insignificant.

In an unexpected turn, the plate was snatched away from my hands, abruptly ending my indulgence. Before I could comprehend what was happening, she flung the food above my head, its contents cascading down upon me. Shock immobilized me as I instinctively shielded my face, the sticky remnants clinging to my skin. Fierce anger welled up within me, my eyes blazing with fury.

Unable to contain my rage any longer, I felt an overwhelming urge to retaliate. Ignoring reason, I grabbed her by the hair, forcefully yanking her backward. My anger consumed me, blinding me to the consequences. I was determined to make her understand the pain she had caused.

In a desperate attempt to free herself, she pushed me away, surprise etched across her face. "You know, Sierra, you are weak. And you will always be weak," she taunted. Her words struck a nerve, igniting a fire within me. No longer able to control myself, I seized a shard of the plate from the bed and, fueled by sheer force, plunged it into her head. Blood spilled forth, and she crumpled to the ground, the world around her fading away.

Lost in the aftermath, I stood there, contemplating the consequences of my actions. Thoughts of whether I had taken a life plagued my mind. But just as I was about to take a step closer to her lifeless form, the door swung open once again. The expression on William's face turned from anticipation to sheer shock as his eyes fell upon Alex.