The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 383

Chapter 383: Allies in unexpected places

Ramsey

"Good day, sir," the policewoman said quietly. "How are you doing? How is your wife?"

"She’s fine," I said curtly. "You’re here again?"

"Yes," the woman said with a sigh. "I know there’s a lot on your plate, but Paul keeps insisting on justice and..."

"How much is the car?" I asked quietly.

"Sir, if we could just..."

"Listen, I have a lot on my plate and I don’t want to be bothered by trivial things. Fine, will two hundred thousand cover the car and get him to shut up?"

Paul stepped forward, his voice still hoarse from yesterday. "I want this animal arrested immediately. Look what he did to me!" He gestured at his bruised neck. "He nearly killed me, and he destroyed my car!"

One of the policeman’s eyes widened. "Two hundred... that’s too much..."

Paul pushed past him and came to stand in front of me. "I don’t want your money, I want an apology, a heartfelt one. If you don’t give me that, then I’ll really sue."

I laughed.

"You want me to apologise to you? I didn’t even do that with Xander... why should I do so with you, a mere human?"

"You see, officers!" he bristled to the police, "This man is entitled. See the way he talks. Not a shred of remorse." Then he turned to me. "I’m giving you one chance, one, to get on your knees and apologise. In front of these officers. Or I swear, I’ll press charges—assault, destruction of property, attempted murder, whatever sticks."

I crossed my arms, fighting to keep my expression neutral despite the rage building in my chest. The urge to finish what I’d started yesterday was almost overwhelming, but I forced myself to remain calm.

"Officers, I was protecting my pregnant wife from a man who had trapped her in his vehicle against her will," I said evenly. "I’d like directions to your station. I’ll be happy to come in later to discuss this properly."

Paul’s face turned an interesting shade of purple. "This is ridiculous! I’m a citizen! I pay my taxes! I demand justice!" He turned to the officers with wild eyes. "If he won’t settle this right here, right now, he should be taken into custody immediately!"

"What exactly do you want him to settle?" The female policewoman asked, looking between us with practised patience.

Paul straightened up, his voice taking on a tone of injured dignity. "I want him to apologise to me. On his knees. For what he did to me and my property."

I scoffed, unable to hide my contempt. "That’s not going to happen."

"Then you’re going to jail!" Paul snarled, spittle flying from his lips. "I have rights! You can’t just assault innocent people because you’re jealous of their relationship with your wife!"

Before I could respond to that outrageous accusation, I noticed a familiar figure walking toward us from the other side of the road. It was Elias, my neighbour, the tall, winnowy man who had fixed Paul’s car yesterday.

I didn’t pay much attention to him initially, assuming he was just being friendly. But as he drew closer, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d seen him before.

"Excuse me, officers," Elias said quietly, his voice carrying an authority that made the police turn toward him. "I couldn’t help but overhear. I think there might be some misunderstanding about what happened yesterday."

The policeman looked him up and down. "And you are?"

"Elias. I live in this neighbourhood, and that’s my house over there," he pointed to his house. "I saw what happened yesterday. The man you’re threatening," Elias glanced at me, then back to the officers, "was defending his pregnant wife from someone who locked her in a vehicle and refused to let her out."

Paul’s face went white. "That’s a lie! I never—She came into my care willingly."

Elias ignored him, turning instead to point across the street.

"There are security cameras on that house," he said, pointing at our house. "You can see them—top right corner of the porch. And another one at the intersection just down the road. Both were facing the car. You’ll see that she was distressed. You’ll also see him—" he gestured toward Paul without looking— "refusing to unlock the door after multiple requests."

The male officer, clearly more experienced, narrowed his eyes at Paul.

"Is that true? Did you lock her in?"

Paul’s jaw moved, but no sound came out.

"She got in willingly!" he finally choked. "I just wanted to talk. She... she overreacted!"

As the conversation continued, I found myself studying Elias more intently. There was something familiar about him—not his appearance, exactly, but his presence. He was too smooth. Too calculated. The way he handled the situation wasn’t just calm—it was practised. The police respected him immediately, which didn’t make sense for a supposed ’I am new to the neighbourhood too’ 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

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