Fated To Four Alphas Even Though I Am Mute-Chapter 64: Interrogation

Damian’s POV

The hall was filled with people. Every single staff member in the mansion was present, ranging from maids, guards, cooks, gardeners, everyone. They all stood in rows as they waited nervously. The air in the room was hot and stuffy because there were so many bodies packed into one space.

They knew something serious had happened and you could actually see the confusion on their face.

We had a large number of staff, about three hundred of only the mansion work in staffs. It was a lot of people to manage, and right now, looking at them all, it felt like looking for a needle in a haystack. But we had to do it. We didn’t have a choice.

I stood at the front with my brothers. We stood next to each other like we always do when something serious is going on. It was our way. The Power of Three, plus Dylan. We were a wall that no one could get past.

Damon was on my right. His face was serious. His eyes moved around the room, watching everyone. His jaw was tight. His shoulders were stiff. He was very angry. I could see it. But he was keeping it in. For now. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his wolf scratching at the surface, wanting to tear someone apart for hurting his mate.

Desmond was on my left. He was watching people closely. He was trying to listen to their thoughts. But there were too many people, and they were all scared. It was loud in his head. Hard to focus. I saw him rub his temples, a sign that the noise of three hundred panicked minds was giving him a migraine.

Dylan stood beside him with his arms crossed. He looked like he wanted to hit someone. His body was tight. He kept grinding his teeth like he does when he’s trying not to lose his temper. Dylan has always been the one with the shortest fuse, and right now, the fuse was already lit.

Heaven sat in a chair behind us. She was still weak from the curse. Her face was pale, too pale. Dark circles hung under her eyes like bruises. But she still looked beautiful. Her red hair fell reached her elastics and some fell to her forehead. Her cute green eyes was scanning the hall.

Her hands rested in her lap, and I could see them trembling slightly. She should have been in bed, resting, healing.

But she insisted on being here. She wanted to see who had tried to kill her. She wanted to look into their eyes when we found them. I couldn’t blame her.

If someone had tried to murder me, I would want to be there too. Seeing her like this made my chest ache. She was usually so full of life, so stubborn and strong. Now she looked like a gust of wind could blow her away.

Mrs. Higgins stood beside Heaven’s chair protectively. The older woman had been with our family for years.

She was loyal, trustworthy, someone we could count on. I could see the bruise on her neck from where Damon had grabbed her yesterday. It was ugly, a mix of purple and yellow spreading across her thin, wrinkled skin.

She hadn’t said anything about it. She hadn’t complained or asked for anything. But everyone could see it. And everyone knew who had put it there.

The guilt weighed on Damon, even if he didn’t show it. He wasn’t himself lately. None of us were. The stress was eating us alive.

Sofia stood on the other side of the room. She had arrived just before the meeting started, saying she wanted to support us. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her blue eyes were warm and kind. She wore a simple blue dress that made her look soft.

Damon had been grateful for her presence. He trusted her. Honestly, so was I. We needed all the support we could get right now. The pack was scared.

The staff was scared. Having Sofia here made things feel a little steadier. She offered a contrast to the violence and anger radiating from us brothers.

I cleared my throat, and the room went completely silent. Every eye turned to me. Every breath held. Every heart stopped, if only for a moment.

"Thank you all for coming," I said, my voice echoing in the hall. "Though I should clarify this wasn’t a request. This was a command."

No one spoke or moved. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. I could smell their fear, it was and sour, filling the air like poison. It was overwhelming. The scent of anxiety mixed with sweat.

"As you all know, Heaven, our Luna, was attacked yesterday." I paused, letting my words sink in. Letting them feel the weight of what I was saying. "She was cursed with black magic and moonbane venom. Someone in this mansion tried to murder her."

Gasps and whispers erupted throughout the room. Some of the maids started crying softly. The guards shifted uncomfortably. Hands twitched at sides. Feet moved restlessly.

The sound of fear spread through the crowd like fire through dry grass. They looked at each other, suspicion already growing in their eyes.

"Silence!" Damon’s voice cracked like a whip, and immediately the room went deathly quiet. Even the crying stopped. No one dared make a sound. When Damon used his Alpha tone, you listened, or you suffered.

I continued, my voice dropping to a dangerous tone. "Someone here is a traitor. Someone here is a would-be murderer. And we will find out who."

I began to pace slowly in front of them, my hands clasped behind my back. My footsteps echoed against the marble, each step deliberate and heavy. "Let me be absolutely clear about what will happen when we find this person. They will not receive a trial. They will not receive mercy. They will be executed immediately and publicly. Their death will serve as a reminder to everyone in this pack what happens when you betray your Luna."

The fear in the room intensified. I could smell it—sharp and acrid. It rolled off them in waves, mixing with sweat and tears. Some of the younger staff looked ready to faint. Good. They should be scared.

"But that’s not all," Dylan said, stepping forward. His voice was hard and cold. "Anyone who helped them, anyone who knew about this and said nothing, anyone who even suspected something and kept quiet—they will share the same fate."

"We don’t care if you were scared," Desmond added, his voice calm but deadly. He rubbed his temple again. "We don’t care if you were threatened. We don’t care about your reasons. If you had information and didn’t come forward, you are complicit in attempted murder."

I stopped pacing and turned to face them all directly. My eyes swept across the crowd, looking for any sign of guilt. A nervous twitch. A avoiding glance. A bead of sweat. Anything that might tell me who was hiding something.

"So I’m going to ask you all once, and only once," I said slowly, clearly. "Does anyone here have any information about what happened to our Luna?"

Silence. Complete and utter silence. Not a single person moved. Not a single person spoke. The air itself seemed to freeze. I waited. Five seconds. Ten seconds.

Damon’s eyes flashed with rage. His wolf was close to the surface. I could see it in the way his dark eyes shifted, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. "Nothing? No one saw anything? No one heard anything? In a mansion full of staff, not a single person noticed anything unusual?"

Still nothing. The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. It was disappointing. I had hoped someone would break. I had hoped someone would have a conscience.

"Very well," I said coldly. "Then we will question each and every one of you individually. And let me warn you now, my brother Desmond has the ability to read minds. If you lie to us, we will know. If you hide something from us, we will know. And when we discover your deception, you will be treated as an accomplice to attempted murder."

"Desmond leaned in and whispered to me. " I can only read Heavens mind," he said and I looked up at him.

"Really? Let’s just use it to scare them." I whispered and he nodded.

It actually worked. A few of the younger maids started trembling visibly. Their faces went even paler. The thought of someone seeing inside their heads knowing that their their secrets terrified them. It was an invasion of privacy, yes, but we didn’t care about privacy right now. We cared about survival.

"We will start with the household staff," I announced. "Maids, cooks, and cleaners. You had the most access to Heaven’s room. Guards, you will be questioned about anyone you saw entering or leaving the premises. Gardeners and outdoor staff, you will tell us about any strangers you may have seen on the grounds."

I gestured to the guards at the doors. "No one leaves this mansion until we have questioned everyone. Anyone who tries to flee will be considered guilty and hunted down immediately. Anyone who is found to be missing from this gathering will be executed on sight when we find them. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Alpha," came the chorus of terrified voices. They spoke together, a jumble of fear and submission.

I looked over at Heaven. She was watching everything with wide eyes. I could see her hands trembling slightly in her lap. Her face was drawn, exhausted. But there was something else in her expression too—determination. She wanted justice. She needed it. Mrs. Higgins had placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and Heaven leaned into the touch, just slightly.

Heaven’s eyes met mine. She looked genuinely scared.

Sofia was watching the crowd carefully. Her face showed concern and sympathy for the frightened staff members, but her eyes were sharp and observant. She was studying each person’s reaction.

"We will begin immediately," I said. "When your name is called, you will come forward. The rest of you will remain here under guard."

Damon stepped forward, his presence commanding and dangerous. "And let me make one more thing absolutely clear. The person who tried to kill our Luna is in this room right now. We know they are. And we will find them. You can make this easy on yourselves by cooperating fully, or you can make it difficult. But either way, we will have our answers before this day is done."

"One more thing," Dylan added, his voice low and threatening. "If the guilty party comes forward right now and confesses, we will make your death quick and painless. If we have to drag the truth out of you, your death will be slow and agonizing. Choose wisely."

The room seemed to hold its collective breath. I waited, hoping someone would break. Hoping someone would confess or point fingers. But no one moved. No one spoke.

"Very well," I said finally. "Let the questioning begin. Guards, bring forward the first group of maids."

We needed to find out who the hell tried to kill Heaven or thy might do it again and I couldn’t afford to see Heaven hurt.