My Atypical Wolf (BL)

Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Transfer

Christian was unable to find any way to find Sebastian innocent. He tried to let it go but it kept coming back to him. While everything pointed that Sebastian was guilty, his gut told him otherwise. He thought maybe finding the real perpetrator would help. But who was the real perpetrator? He failed to figure it out.

There were numerous guests and all of them were potential suspects. It’s been a few days, and it was time for the guests to return. It won’t be fair to keep them here on the basis of some incident which was questionable enough to make a convincing case. Christian was busy trying to keep the balance between pack duties, now that his brother decided to devote his entire time on his mate, so that didn’t leave him with much time to investigate.

He finally managed to make out some time from his busy schedule and decided to visit Sebastian. The moment he stepped out of the door Caleb ended up calling for him. He got delayed by the request but nevertheless, there was no reason he won’t be able to make it.

Once again, on his way out he ended up running into Cyrus. “Hello there”, Cyrus presented him with his creepy smile. “I have been told that you would drive me to the airport”?

Christian frowned. It was Caleb’s job now. Now that his mate was out of rut, it was his turn to take back his responsibilities. He linked his brother only to get a very short response, [Can’t. Heat.] How convenient. Few days early and their rut and heat could have synced perfectly.

“Yeah, come with me”. Christian gave him a polite nod before asking him to follow him. To be honest this short trip might turn into a blessing in disguise. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, yet, but his prime suspect was definitely Cyrus. It was frustrating that he was leaving already, but if he planned on going against him, he had to be very careful. Christian was furious, not crazy.

The entire way Christian remained focussed on the road thus remaining quiet, or at least that was his pretense. He was mainly trying to observe Cyrus’s actions, trying his best to figure out what his special power might be. He just hoped it’s not mind reading or else he would have been screwed.

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He also kind of hoped it’s getting inside people’s heads though, because that would pose a perfect way to make Sebastian do what he did. He knew it wasn’t Cyrus who drugged him, because he remembered while he walked inside the building, it already reeked of the alpha’s smell. Whatever happened with Sebastian was clearly after that, so it seemed a bit unlikely.

He even pulled the footage and saw that no one spiked his drinks or anything. He kept ordering and the bartender kept filling him up. At this point he was almost convinced that maybe he had been a poor judge of character and it was Sebastian who was guilty, except something didn’t feel right.

“You are awfully quiet”. Cyrus asked Christian, taking a break from staring out of the window.

“I am a quiet guy”. Christian replied with a flat expression.

“Everything alright with your brother”? Cyrus questioned further.

“I can assure you it is,”. Christian replied with a polite smile.

Unable to hold the conversation, Cyrus let it go. Christian dropped him off while maintaining an extremely professional rapport. Despite his suspicion he tried his best not to let it become obvious.

By the time he was back, it was pretty late for him to visit. And some of the work required his immediate attention, so he was engrossed in pack duties once more. He barely had time to investigate a minor case, he can’t imagine how he will give him mate and family time in future. No wonder his father is always so distant, a pack this huge indeed is a lot of work.

The St Demoir Cellar was a place that was quite dark in his own way. That place can take a physical and mental toll on anyone who stays there for long. Christian needed to transfer him to the dungeon now that Ashton was out of the cell, so at night when it was time to sleep, he decided to head for St Demoir Cellar.

He was about to call out to him but when he found him lying down on the floor peacefully he didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Nevertheless, he needed to shift him so he woke him up. He called out to him several times before he finally received a response. “What the hell”!! A snark came out of his mouth but his eyes were still closed.

“You need to wake up”? Christian insisted.

“Why”!? “My life wasn’t enough that you decided to screw up my sleep as well” He sat up and glared at him. “Why are you here”?

“To get you out of here” Christian declared. He saw a tinge of hope in a face masked with confusion and frustration. He realised how his words could be misleading, so he clarified himself fast. “I mean this cell. You can stay at the one in our house”.

Sebastian scoffed, “What difference does it make? It’s just another prison!”.

“It’s better than this”. Christian insisted.

“Yeah, right” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Definitely much better”.

Christian sighed at the sarcasm before he said, “Look I know this is not ideal, but trust me, it’s better to get out of this place. Now, come on”.

“Sure, it’s not like I have much of a choice now, do I”. A very sarcastic smile was displayed on Sebastian’s face.

Christian pressed his tongue against his cheek before he said, “Really? Then go ahead, tell me, where would you like to go”?

“I would like to be set free! This is ridiculous! You barely have any evidence against me! Why am I being held captive”? Sebastian shrieked. Last time he was confronted he was somewhat sure that sooner or later he would be out of this place. That if he endured it for the time being this nightmare would be over. However, after spending his past few days in this nightmarish hole, he was running out of endurance.

“Because that bare evidence is all the evidence we have. That’s the problem, you are our only lead, and we have no other choice but to keep you in here”. Christian tried to explain his best. He could understand Sebastian’s frustration, but he couldn’t actually help him much. “If you can help us, maybe we wouldn’t need to keep you in here. So, for now, please comply”. Christian pleaded.

“I tried to help, didn’t I? I told you everything I knew, everything that happened that day, but what for? Apparently all are dead ends. What more do you want me to do”? Sebastian spat, enraged and frustrated.

“Just, comply with what I ask to not make things worse. I will have my brother go through everything I did, now that he is available, and hopefully he will find a clue. If you are in the house it would be easier for me to get you out. This place is quite far from there, I cannot always come here”. Christian tried his best to convince the other man.

“Alright” Sebastian sighed. Christian was skeptical if he would try to run or not, but he was glad that he didn’t. “Not gonna put cuffs on me”? Sebastian asked when Christian dragged him by his hand instead of doing anything shady.

“I am trying to trust you. Don’t make me regret this” he looked at him straight in the eye before declaring. He brought his car this time, despite the rocky roads. Sebastian, who was sitting on the shotgun seat drifted off many times before jolting back up. From time to time, Christian would look at the man sitting next to him and see the innocent sleepy face that tugged at his heartstrings.

He hated unfair judgements, and he did his best whenever he was needed. But, even in those times, when the law was being unfair, the people wronged had someone next to them, to support them. Sebastian however came here all alone, and no one was here to advocate on his behalf. Maybe that’s why he felt too obliged to help the other.

He once saw this man in a magazine, and the smile on his face was indeed quite believable. Who knew that the same person was this lonely. He wasn’t much aware of his history, but all of his family was indeed dead. Maybe having a pack next to him would have sufficed, but unfortunately he was a rogue. Alas, he couldn’t make such important judgments based on his personal feelings so he had to consider Sebastian as one of the bad guys at this moment.

“We are here” Christian shook him awake while he looked around. Sebastian didn’t resist much and simply followed Christian. The dungeon looked way less aggressive. Sebastian laid down immediately without bothering to undergo any casual exchange, and before he knew it he was sound asleep.

Like Sebastian’s first day in St Demoir Cellar, Christian brought him a pillow and a rug in case he needed it before locking the cellar once more for the second time this week.