The Alpha's Villainess Wife-Chapter 49: Malcro Rassi

[Dad]

"Eve."

[What could you possibly have done? What could I even hate you for?]

"Eve, y-you don’t understand. What I did is bad, very bad..."

[What did you do?]

Mr. Stavros couldn’t speak.

[Dad] Eve called on the other side of the phone. [What did you do?]

"Eve..."

[What is it? Just tell me!]

"I...I don’t..." he stuttered. "Can we speak in the morning? I want to talk to you face to face, not over the phone. So, can you come in the morning?]

[Dad...]

"Eve, please. This is not an over the phone conversation."

She was reluctant because she didn’t respond instantly. [Okay. I’ll see you in the morning]

"Good. Take care of yourself."

He hung up the call and glanced at the nurse who stood awkwardly. "You can..go ahead and do what you have to do now."

The nurse nodded.

....

Mr. Stavros turned on the bed. Someone was approaching, he could sense a strong presence, one he knew too well.

Snapping up from the bed, he breathed heavily, gaze falling to the door where a silhouette stood.

"P-Patro..." His voice trembled.

He was genuinely terrified of the man because, unlike Eve, he’d seen much worse—of the kind of monster Patro could be.

"For a second, I was thinking you’d forgotten me, Stavros."

Patro stepped into the room and shut the door, locking it. He flipped the light switch and there he stood, hands shoved into the pocket of his slacks and a big smile on his face. "Did you think you are safe just because your daughter managed to get you out of my hand?"

"How did you get in here?"

He grinned. "How did I get in here? For a smart man, you can ask stupid questions sometimes. I am Patro Zoloto, what do you think? I can get anything I want and I can get anywhere I want. All I have to do is speak, and that’s it. That’s how powerful I am, Stavros. That’s the kind of man your daughter thinks she can win against."

He walked over and pulled over a chair, taking a seat. The man crossed his legs.

Mr. Stavros stared at him. "You can’t...hurt my daughter..."

"I can’t...?" Patro cocked a brow. "But you are the irresponsible father allowing her to go after a man you know she can’t. You are letting her, while knowing the kind of man I am—the things I can do to her."

"Patro—"

"Why aren’t you stopping her? You must have known she was going to marry Malakai."

Mr. Stavros shook his head at him. "I didn’t." He said, "I didn’t know. I had no idea. How could I have known? I haven’t been able to meet her until now—until you let me go."

"Is that so?"

"I’m not lying. You had eyes on me. You cut off communications with her."

"Mhm, true I did." A chuckle bubbled out of Patro. "Fine, I can’t hold you on that one, but what do you think you’re trying to do?"

Mr. Stavros swallowed. The look on Patro’s was chilly. He was a standard alpha like him but he had never felt so powerless.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well." Patro shrugged. "I heard you. You were going to tell your daughter something very bad that you’d done. What is it, Stavros?"

"Patro—"

"You’re going to tell her that you created the data, the USB? You’re going to tell her that I made you make it?"

"I...T-that’s not. P-p-patro."

"Stavros." Patro sighed. "Sometimes you act so foolish that it’s amusing. I asked you to keep your mouth shut when you made that USB, so what are you trying to do now? I needed USB to put Malakai and the Morins at war, and to punish your daughter too. Somehow though, she managed to escape the Morin and even stole the real USB. Isn’t that funny?"

He stood up from his seat. "You know, sometimes I wonder how a wimpy alpha could birth an omega like that? Is it your dead wife that she took after? Because she is nothing like you. Unlike you....Eve doesn’t succumb or surrender. Ever. She would rather bite her way in and win at all costs. You on the other hand, you piss yourself at every little threat. I won’t lie, I sort of like that about Eve. It makes it so much fun to play with her."

He walked over to where the tube was connected to Mr. Stavros and the machine grabbed it. "I came here with a lethal drug. Do you know that if I add it to your drip, it will kill you? And do you think anyone would dare say I killed you?"

Mr. Stavros looked red—as if he were beginning to hyperventilate.

"Please...don’t kill me."

"Hm?" Patro hummed. "Why not? I mean if I kill you, your daughter will never know that I made you make the data. The Morins will never know I was behind it and neither will Malakai. When information like the ones in that data comes from unknown sources, everyone will believe it. But if it comes from me? Hmm...they wouldn’t. Malakai and I have been rivals for too long."

"So what will it be, Stavros?" he asked. "I can keep you alive and if you run your mouth, It won’t be you that I’ll kill. It’s Eve and you know I can do it despite how badly she believes Malakai can protect her from me. She’s still alive, only because I allow it. I enjoy this game after all, but my patience wears thin you know, so it’ll be best you don’t test me, Stavros. I don’t think you want to watch your sweet daughter die before you, do you?"

The man was quick to shake his head, his wolf completely submitting.

"I won’t, Patro. I won’t do anything stupid. So please, don’t hurt Eve. I beg you. She’s everything I have. All I have left."

Patro looked at him for a few seconds and let the tubes go. He chuckled. "I’m a very generous man, you know. You have nothing to worry about, Stavros, because now that you’re being an obedient dog again, I won’t hurt your daughter. Actually, I enjoy playing this game with her because she fails to understand that I control everything like a chess game and she and Malakai are nothing more than pawns I’ll eventually get rid of."

He approached the middle-aged man and tapped him on the cheek.

"Behave yourself now."

And then he turned, leaving the ward.

Mr. Stavros stared into nothing and without even knowing it, hot tears began to stream down his face.

Could he ever call himself a man at this point? His dead wife would be so disappointed in him.

How could he watch like a coward, unable to properly protect their daughter—watch in fear as his daughter had to be the one fighting for herself?

He felt ashamed—so ashamed, he didn’t think he would be able to look Eve in the eyes by the morning.

———-

Eve stared at Malakai who was seated opposite her at the dining table and gripped tighter on the spoon she held. He looked stressed for some reason. The man literally had eye bags under his eyes and his hair, though combed looked a bit of a mess.

She didn’t understand what was going on anymore. The entire breakfast felt awkward because while they were seated in the very same room, he was clearly still avoiding her. There was no eye contact and even when he did end up having eye contact with her, he was always quick to look away as if she was something sore for sight.

What did she do wrong to him? Why wouldn’t he even tell her?

"Malakai—"

The man rattled the chair and stood up, stepping out to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" She tried to go after him, but he lifted a hand, basically stopping her from getting any closer to him.

Eve blinked in confusion.

"What...are you doing?"

"Don’t come close to me...okay?" he said to her.

She was bemused, asking, "Why? What did I do wrong? Why are you doing this? We’re mates and you’re doing this, knowing it’s—"

"I’ll see you in the evening, Eve. Finish up your eating," Malakai interjected and walked off, his fingers tightening around his briefcase.

She stared at his back and quickly grabbed the laptop she’d brought to the dining table with her. "Malakai!"

He didn’t stop.

"Malakai, wait!"

The man kept going and she had to pick up her speed, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. "I said, wait!"

Malakai broke away from her instantly, putting a good distance between them. He rubbed his temple and rapidly brushed his fingers through his hair, his breathing rapid. "I told you not to—"

"Take." Eve handed the laptop to him. "The spy is the new employee, Malcro Rassi. The statement by the staff who approved of him said that his resume was up to standards. But his performance after being hired is mediocre. Disappointing. So the resume is a forged one, and who can forge a resume for someone to look that legit? It’s Patro."

"They are here for the USB."