#Chapter 88 It Wasn’t Me

Helen POV Justin’s face fell as he realized what had been done. His father, the Alpha King, bent over and grabbed the back of my scalp, forcing me to watch as my mate writhed and ached in pain. The blade was poisoned, I could feel it in my palm when he handed me the knife, and there was nothing I could do to stop the command laid over me. The wizard on Juden’s side of this battle is overwhelming, in the shadows, working as the puppet master to my whole mind and body. I just wish he didn’t make me remember stabbing Justin. I could die after watching that happen. He looked at me with the most unbelievable expression of shock, of ultimate betrayal, and I couldn’t even explain what happened. I just wanted him to know I loved him and if he never comes back for me, I understand. As long as he lives. “Helen,” Justin growled. My mate was struggling in standing but finally he did, just wobbly in doing so. He cocked his brow, seeing me at the behest of his father who jus