The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233

Laila’s POV

From the hospital, I was roughly thrown into the back of a police car and taken to the station. There, I was dragged back out of the car and shoved into an interrogation room with a set of metal chairs around a simple table. One of the walls had a window that I was certain had to be a two–way, with more policemen standing anonymously behind there. A camera hung in the upper corner of the room, the small red dot showing that everything was already being recorded.

I was so exhausted and sore that I fell into one of the metal chairs. To protect my back, I leaned forward, my elbows on the table. My eyelids were heavy from the exertion of this trip, but I couldn’t close them. Not yet. I knew I would find no rest in this place. Adelaide’s word went farther than the truth here. I needed to stay alert, to protect myself. Whatever pain I was currently feeling would be nothing compared to the loss of losing Ava forever if I was thrown into a jail cell the rest of my life.

The policemen left me alone in the room for a while. I didn’t know what they were waiting for. Maybe they were hoping I would lower my guard. That wasn’t going to happen.

Eventually, two men came into the room where suit pants and plain white button–down shirts. They carried coffee for themselves but offered nothing to me. They didn’t even ask if I wanted water.

The worst was the way they looked at me though, with open disdain and dislike. They’d already made up their minds about me, and now they just wanted to prove their misconceptions. I doubted they would even listen to anything I had to say.

One of the officers with a mustache sat down across the table from me. Staring at me with cold eyes, he asked, “Who are you?”

My back hurt so badly that I struggled to understand. “Why am I here?”

“You don’t get to ask the questions here. We do. Now tell me who you are?”

“Why haven’t you arrested Adelaide? Why are you taking her word for everything?” I asked weakly.

“We know you aren’t Vanessa Harper,” the other one said, ignoring my questions entirely. “Who are you really? And why did you kill Vanessa Harper and take over her life?”

“I didn’t kill her,” I said.

“No one believes that.”

“Adelaide… You should be questioning her.” It was getting harder to speak, I was trying so hard to keep my eyes open, but my eyelids were growing heavy. Everything hurt so much. My bare feet were cold on the tiles, and I shivered, wearing only my hospital gown. “Please… I need clothes.”

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‘Answer our questions first,” said the mustached man. “Who are you?”

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I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t formulate any words. Thinking was harder too. The darkness was pushing in around the edges of my vision. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold on.

“I need… healing…” I tried.

The men simply stared at me unsympathetically. They’d already made up their minds that I was a monster, a killer. They felt no empathy, no compassion, no desire to save me.

“We will help you when you tell us what we want to hear,” the mustached man said. The other sipped from his coffee like my obvious pain didn’t faze him at all. “Confess. Tell us who you are and how you killed Vanessa. Then we will call the healers.”

I couldn’t confess. I didn’t do what they were accusing me of. I didn’t kill Vanessa.

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