The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 254

~Leo~

I ordered Casper to secure Inkabod in a place to be sure his stories checked out before we decided what to do.

The man seemed content with my decision, and I wondered what kind of sick man Yuri was for his people to give him up so easily.

As far as I was concerned, what my father said about Erik had finally checked out, and Andrew was clearly speaking of the man from sentiments.

Had Erik's mother known Yuri would turn out like this and be after her son's life one day, she wouldn't have rescued him during the massacre. No matter how we looked at it, I still blamed Gregory Volkov for all of this. Had he honoured the simple agreement, none of this would have happened.

Honouring an agreement and building a good name for yourself was always wise.

Gregory's actions built mistrust between the two families, leading to a bloodbath in which monsters were created.

We returned to the packhouse with Dominic grumbling all the way. Luckily, we had eaten dinner; our kitchen adventure would have to start the next day.

"Omegas won't be helping," Tamia said while we entered, and it didn't click until a few seconds later.

"Come on, Tamia. It is bad enough that we lost. You do not have to rub it in," Vino said, and I figured he was worried.

Tamia and Linda laughed at them.

The women found it funny all but Avery, and I knew she wouldn't; she was pregnant with cravings. I doubt we could meet up.

"Assign an omega chef to me, Amelia," Avery requested, and Amelia laughed.

"The men losing wasn't a win after all because we get to eat bad food," Claudia said, laughing, and she was right. We cook the mess, and they have to eat it. It wasn't a win.

"No one said we had to eat it," Linda said, heading towards the stairs. They all started laughing, and I knew if the food didn't turn out well, the women would be eating something else.

Kyle and Max weren't too pleased, especially Max. He liked food, and a week of bad food was horror.

We all looked at Sylvester, who chose that minute to look away and follow his wife.

"Of all the things he could think of, it had to be food," Dominic said, hissing and heading in the same direction as Tamia and Sylvester.

"Have you decided who will be joining you to see Erik?" My father asked me, and I nodded.

"Theodore. He is a lord and not a direct descendant of Gregory Volkov." I said. I would have taken Marcel, but we had just returned from battle, and Avery was pregnant. She could only have her heart in her mouth so many times.

"I thought you would take me?" David complained, and I shook my head.

"You are a true Volkov. I am not risking it. If Sylvester falls, You will be next in line until Liam is old enough. There is no point delivering anyone important to them. I am not trying to say Theodore isn't important, but you understand my point. Erik might be the perfect ally, but he could not be trusted still. His grudge against the Volkovs is the same as Yuri's. They just chose to handle it differently," I explained, and David dropped the matter.

"The Sullivans will be here tomorrow," My father announced, and Susan froze. None of us missed it. I did not know how she would handle seeing her parents. People that she thought were dead. At least this way, Devin wouldn't be her only family.

"I do not think we can trust them," Dominic pointed out, and we were silent.

Inkabod did say Grey's brother was the one that helped them get informants in the South. What is to say this wasn't a ploy to get us? The Sullivans did not have the same sentiments as my folks; they were Stepanov descendants and had issues with Maurice.

"Grey can be trusted," My father said with a sigh.

"Maurice wanted their lives because he believed they were connected to the uprising. Now thinking of everything, I realised that Nicolas must have framed his brother. They ran away to protect little Susan. Maurice was sick. He would have caught them if they had not sought refuge with the Stepanov group and gone under. Maurice wasn't like Sylvester. He never asked questions." My father said, and there was a haunted look in his eyes that said he had gone down memory lane.

I had witnessed some of Maurice's massacre and the ripple effect. Sylvester was indeed different from his father. It was a blessing to have him.

"I would still be careful. They might still have an excellent reason to continue working for Yuri," Dominic said, making a valid point.