Chapter 97
Flora was ready to walk on the aisle when she heard strange whispers and turned to look while holding the arm of her father.
There were a few men approaching her and a confused expression clouded her face.
And Denzel stopped in front of her. “Miss Conley, you have to come with us,” he said as he showed his badge to her. A gamma to the royal prince.
“Who are you?” David asked, standing in front of Flora.
“Miss Flora Conley has to be arrested and summoned before Prince Gabriel immediately. Please let me do my work or I’ve to arrest you too, Mr. David Conley,” said Denzel, taking the cuffs from the warrior wolf beside her.
“What? Why am I being arrested? It’s my wedding day!” Flora almost screamed when the cuffs connected with her wrists, locking them.
Alex quickly rushed to her side, asking what was going on.
“They are arresting for no reason. Prince Gabriel… He… He ordered for it,” Flora said with a trembling voice, carrying the disbelief too. “Please save me p>
Samyra too came there along with Alex’s parents while the guests in the hall began gossiping.
“On what grounds are you arresting Flora?” Ethan Morgan intervened this time.
“On the charges of attempted murder of Miss Amelie,” Denzel stated. “The rest questions should be asked from Prince Gabriel himself. I need to take the culprit as soon as possible,” he pronounced. “Please cooperate before I have to use more ruthless ways p>
“I didn’t do anything! What proof do you have to arrest me? Mom, Dad, I didn’t do that,” Flora said while crying. She gazed at Alex, clutching his arm. “Please tell them, Alpha p>
“We need the evidence for your claims,” Alex said, looking at Denzel.
Denzel shook his head and took out a device from his hand. In the afternoon when the attacker was being interrogated, Karmen recorded his statement.
Now, in the wedding hall, right in front of everyone the confession of the perpetrator echoed.
“Flora Conley asked me to kill Amelie and her baby. Please… please spare me. I only did it for the money p>
The voice echoed through the grand hall, shocking everyone present there.
“She tried to kill her own sister?” a stunned voice whispered.
“I thought the Conleys were a close, noble family… She’s the second daughter, right? How cunning,” came another, this time a sharper voice.
One by one, guests turned to Flora with shock, then revulsion.
Flora shook her head desperately, tears already stinging her eyes. “No! I didn’t do this. I don’t even know that man! Why would he lie? Please… please believe me!” Her voice began trembling in a state of panic.
But Alex had already taken a step back from her, his gaze lowered, avoiding hers entirely. That hurt more than the cuffs.
Before Flora could plead further, a sharp sound echoed in the hall as Samyra’s slapped her hard.
All the whispers and murmurs died down instantly.
“Mom Flora gasped in shock.
Samyra’s voice trembled, not with sorrow, but with fury. “Take her away,” she ordered, lowering her eyes in shame.
Flora stood frozen. Her limbs trembled. Her heart thudded wildly in disbelief. The faces around her, the ones that once smiled at her, now looked away or stared in disgust.
It felt like the end.
Tears spilled freely as she turned slowly. It was supposed to be an occasion of joy and laughter, but all that left behind was grief and shame.
Denzel and the warriors flanked her as she walked down the aisle.
Once she left, Ethan turned to David. “We call off the wedding here,” he said in anger. He was the first to leave the wedding hall. Vinette, too, was disappointed and walked behind her husband.
“Alex, do you think Flora did this?” David asked, still not believing what they were presented with earlier.
“Did you not here what the perpetrator say? Why didn’t you both tell Flora not to do something like this? I can’t believe I was going to marry such a cunning woman!” Alex muttered.
“You are saying that Flora is cunning while you are a man of purity?” Samyra chuckled. “It all started because of you, Alex Morgan. You are the one–” Before she could finish off her words, Alex interrupted her in the middle.
“Mrs. Conley, I did nothing. Your daughter is alive and safe with Prince Gabriel. Your daughter is the culprit here. Till the end, I trusted her. If you want to live in this pack, then stay quiet. Amelie has already cut ties with both of you. Flora is arrested. Now, all you have left is this pack. That’s why don’t even think about blaming me for anything. It’s not my fault that both of your daughters turned out to be worthless to you p>
Both David and Samyra hadn’t expected such harsh words from Alex’s mouth.
“You… It was you Samyra screamed at him, but David asked her to calm down. The guests tried overhearing them, but couldn’t.
Alex smirked and walked out of the wedding hall. He removed the bowtie and threw it on the floor before walking over it.
“Samyra, you used to boast about your daughters,” one of Samyra’s old friends sneered, pausing near the exit. “First Amelie accuses Alex of something awful and disappears, and now this? You really should take a long look in the mirror.” She chuckled cruelly and walked away without waiting for a reply.
The once-celebratory hall stood silent now. Only Samyra and David remained, surrounded by scattered petals and broken dreams.
“Why did this happen Samyra murmured, her voice cracking as she wiped her cheeks with trembling hands. “We need to leave, David. Right away p>
David looked at her quietly, his heart as heavy as hers.
“I think… it’s Alex. Something isn’t right. We need to speak with Prince Gabriel. He has to hear our side. Amelie must hear us out this time,” she insisted, a flicker of desperate hope rising in her voice.
David nodded solemnly. “Then we head to San Ravendale p>
With that, they both left the wedding hall too.