Chapter 172

Miguel's pov

I must have lost consciousness a second time from the pain I felt from the hit I got from the tribal cut male.

I slowly rose my head to check on my baby's location, my eyes widening as I saw the male currently carrying my baby.

"Manuel?" I blink at him. Trying to make sure my mind isn't conjuring things.

"Are you surprised?" he placed Nabel back into her cot before walking towards me.

Manuel is alive?

How's that possible?

I can still recall how he took his last breath.

"You're alive?"

is it possible my mind is conjuring facts that aren't true?

"You're surprised about it Miguel?" he squatted in front of me. Taking my jaw in his hand.

"How....how is is possible?"

I still don't believe Manuel's the one who's here. I just can't believe what am seeing. 

He breathes out, clicking his tongue on his teeth before he stood up "it's a long story Miguel. One I better sit for."

A chair miraculously appeared at his words.

"How?" 

I looked at the conjured chair.

How did the chair get to be here?

"That's something called magic," he winked at me before strolling over to my babies.

"Don't touch them!" I snarled at him. Frantically tugging on the rope around me but it proved futile.

He raised a brow "I shouldn't touch my kids?" 

"Your kids?" I scoff at him "who gave you the right to refer to them as your kids?" 

Never in my life have I heard a joke so funny as this.

" Killing you will give me the loves of my life back, but your children will make them have no choice but to love me." He laughed devilishly.

"You're planning on blackmailing them with my babies?" 

Who even does that in a time like this. 

"Bravo!" he clapped "you're finally getting the hangs of things. I was afraid I will have to begin teaching you like a baby!"

He carefully brought the stroller to a stop in front of me, but not too near for my tied legs to touch their strollers.

"Leave my babies out of this. You have a score with me Manuel, then let's settle it man to man."

He laughed "you think i need anything from you?" he crackled the more "you've done your part in my great plan. It's now time for you to die and part ways for your babies."

He hits his hand on his jaw "don't tell me you're trying to overshadow your babies now, are you?"

" Leave my babies out of this," I beg. " They're too young to be involved in this."

Why involve babies who weren't even in existence when this feud between us started?

I see nothing at all in it.

"Too young? " he scoffed.

Sitting down on the chair that Miraculously appeared from thin air, he crossed his legs. His pose more like a person who have all the time in the entire world.

"Please don't do this," I plead.

I can't sit by and watch him make my babies into something I can't begin now to fathom.

"Shhh," he placed his finger on his mouth "listen attentively as I tell you an interesting question. One that will elevate your mood a bit," he says it in a theatrical voice. 

One made use of by master storytellers.

"You see," he smiled "my mother happened to be from a long line of witches."

" She's an Ilumea?" I widened my eyes in question. Manuel have never struck me as one with a blood of something other than a douchebag.

" Nah," he waved his hands as If he's not in support of the mentioned specie.

" Mother was a distinguished witch. That night those months ago, you managed to kill my wolf side, but not my witch side. It awoken that night as I drifted in the sea."

"_ "

His wolf is dead?

Is this the reason the moon goddess haven't detected anything about him?

Do my mates know he's alive?

Are they even aware am still waiting for them here?

"Why are you silent? my story isn't a pathetic one." 

He laughed " I can still recall the look on the Alphas' faces when I made myself known to them. To say they're speechless is an understatement."

" You've... you've met them?" I look at him in surprise.

He've Met my mates?

" Oh my," he laughed "your expression really is a priceless one. It actually made my day...wait my night."

i glare at him before turning my attention to my babies who are still sleeping. 

" What did you do to them?" I glare at him.

Never have my babies being asleep for so long in their life. Something must really be absolutely wrong with them.

"Oh," he gives my babies a nonchalant look "I had one of my men inject them with a sleeping pill. I hate the cries of babies," he grimaced as if the thought of that isn't something he wants to think of.

"You what?" I slowly tug the rope on my body. My strength failing me after hours of tugging without success.

"What will you do about that?" he stood up and walked towards me "you're completely helpless Miguel. Your mates aren't here to help you, neither is there any help coming from anywhere. You're Finally and completely under my mercy."

" Please take me. Just let my babies go," I look up at him with a look of absolute defeat.

I know I won't last long. 

Hunger and lose of blood is enough to slowly kill me until ot finally goes for the grand finale.

"I will let your baby go, but not now." He looked at his finger nails, a frown on his face. " When I finally get my loves under my control, I will dispose of this trashes you call children. I only need to make use of them until I achieve what I want." 

He laughed.

I swear my ears will bleed if I get to listen to his laughter all day.