Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 371

371*Their Karma

Author's POV:

Years Ago:

"Tell me, do you want me to die? Do you know what will happen when the next alpha king comes and finds out about me? He will also find out about Enya. She is a hybrid; she was born with magic. So no matter what we do, she will end up having magic. What then? Those people will mistreat her, punish her, and give her as a slave to the next alpha king's son. Do you want that?" Hazel nuzzled her hand against Alaric's arm, a softly enchanting spell in her mouth.

She never thought she would get to see a day when she will be using spells on her beloved Alaric. The more she talked, the more he calmed down.

"You are right." He rubbed his hands on his face, nervously thinking over his mate’s words. He realized she was right, or maybe it was the spells she kept murmuring that made him agree with her.

Yet there was resistance to his actions.

"Then go, do the job. Go save your wife and daughter," Hazel patted his back and he got up on his feet.

"Wash your face first. I don't want the guard to see you in this state and realize you were having a hard time making a decision. It needs to look like you are cold-blooded, ready to

dance around at his one signal." She told him, and he reluctantly nodded.

"Mommy! What is going on?" Enya came out of her room to distract them unintentionally.

"Oh! Look, you woke her up." Hazel shook her head at Alaric, who was now in the process of walking towards his bedroom to freshen up and finally do the deed.

"Come here, my precious little daughter." Hazel opened her arms for Enya, and her daughter climbed into her lap.

"Was it a nightmare again?" Hazel asked, slowly rocking back and forth to help Enya sleep. She didn't understand what had happened to her daughter's peace in the last few days. Enya seemed to have been suffering from amnesia and sleep paralysis for such a young age.

Alaric went into his room, and, as told by Hazel, he washed his face and hyped himself to do the deed. He then stood near the bookshelf for a moment before finally walking out of the room. He gave a single nod to his wife, who was busy carrying Enya and rocking her.

Alaric then left the house and met up with the guard. The two drove over to the morgue, where Alaric was supposed to prove his loyalty to the alpha king.

He was still in a haze. He knew what he was doing and that it was wrong, but it seemed like he couldn't stop himself from burning down the morgue.

After the two sneakily got inside, they put gasoline everywhere. It was Alaric's turn to burn the matchstick. One couldn't understand why Alpha King chose him for this job when any of his guards could have done that.

Taking a deep breath, Alaric threw the matchstick, and the fire started. The two ran away from the sight, and the guard left for home. Alaric stood there and watched the morgue burn down.

It was only when the firefighters came, obviously delayed on purpose, that Alaric left for home. He walked alone under the cloudy sky, wondering what he had done.

"I was told to do it, but that doesn't mean I had to," he whispered to himself. "How did I get so comfortable that I did it without any fear?" he kept shaking his head and trying to think when he turned so bad.

"I never used to be like this. My mom taught me well when I was growing up. She always said to treat people as you would want others to treat you. But look at me now. I am just a silent watcher. I am watching my wife ruin so many lives. How is my daughter going to live a happy life when I heard karma comes for those who are bad people? What if our karma ruins Enya too?" He murmured and walked until his home arrived.

Hazel stayed awake to meet him before he went to sleep.

"You did the job?" The instant he walked into the house, she grabbed him and pulled him to the side. Enya was sleeping by the fireplace, so Hazel didn't want her to wake up.

"I did." Alaric nodded, but it was the first time he talked with her without looking her in the eye.

"You did a good thing, okay?" Hazel said, noticing the change in his behavior.

"I will grab us some coffee. Tonight was such a hard night for us," she whispered with a smile on her face.