Alpha Princess’s Possessive Mate - Chapter 194

I turned to look at where Fang was being stormed by the girls and back at the court. The rain had left the land with gigantic shadows as the sun was covered by dark, gloomy clouds. My head turned in the direction of the court where lights were lit now and the path on the right was and left looked yellow because of the lights.

I took a deep breath before finally deciding to enter the court. I travelled inside and through the door which I had previously gone through.

The door only led to the witness section, so I wondered whether Jack had brought Zelda here or taken her somewhere else. I walked through the hallway till I reached the far end and realised there was no other door. A slight panic set into me, trying to figure out where I should be headed to.

After a long time of the search, I entered through a door that was in the left hallway and found a receptionist on a call, “Hello, I had some en-”

He raised his hand in wait sign and a rude face. His hand reached out for a file and he flipped through the pages and spoke on the phone in a grumpy tone, “There is nothing here on him. Why don’t you come and submit the case file… Sir, try and understand we cannot provide the certificate without it.”

I tapped my foot, not bothering to hear what he was saying further. Time was of the essence to me and I just wanted to enquire about one case which this man was finding hard to cut through between his calls.

“Excuse me,” I tried patting my hand on the table and bringing the receptionist’s attention.

The man looked at me with a crooked face, “Sit there for a minute.” His hand pointed to the line of chairs, which was sure to be the waiting area. I looked back at the chairs and then again at the man. He stared at me while humming on the line and actioned for me to just scram away from in front of him. I did not understand why every reception had this kind of service. It must be so irritating for them to do their job.

I walked to the chair and sat down, waiting for him to cut his call. After a long time, he cut his call, and I dashed up to him while he was drinking water from his bottle.

“Hie, I am Beta of Winterwells,” I introduced myself quickly, “I wanted to know about a certain bail case.”

“Ask your area police station, madam,” He said as he went back to his work where there was an enormous pile of documents waiting for him. Why do they have to keep such arrogant people at the helping desk!

“It isn’t there. I wanted to know the records here,” I said when suddenly the telephone rang again and the man showed me his index finger. I rolled my eyes. This was seriously getting on my nerves now. It had been around half an hour since I had arrived here and the man was just making me wait more. “Can you not help me first and then talk on the call?” I snapped, and he glared at me. It was truly irritating me now, and I was on the verge of pulling him by the collar and maybe land two-three slaps on his face.

The man looked at me with a scowl, holding the telephone receiver to his shoulder, and spoke, “I told you I don’t have it here. Get it from the police station. Aren’t you the Beta of your village?”

“Mister, whosoever you are,” I said, losing all my identity, “You better help me quickly if you want to stay in an intact shape.”

He glared at me, and suddenly the sound of the typewriters, which was resounding throughout the room, stopped. I turned around to see how everyone was looking shocked at me and the way I had spoken with the receptionist of the court.

“Security!” the man shouted and two men came running from outside, “Get this lady out of here.”

“Wait, how can you do that? Isn’t your job to help people?” I shouted on top of my lungs to the receptionist, “Now help me get those bail papers.” My teeth gritted with every sentence I spoke. But that was exactly what the security observed, and they came forward to stand in between me and the receptionist, pushing me a little further and as I looked at the receptionist, who just went back to his call.

The guard asked me politely first, “Ma’am please leave, before we are forced to drag you out.”

“That man is not doing his job right, and you are asking ME to leave?” I grunted at the guards. My irritation and anger and all the rage which I have been feeling for such a long time was just finding one or the other way to get out of me.

The guards looked at each other, and this time, the other guard just nodded.

The next thing I knew, I was being held by my elbow and dragged out of the court. “You cannot do this!” I retaliated as I was being dragged out like some kind of prisoner. My body wiggled, and I shouted again, “Let me go. I am here to only get information!” I said, but the security guards were not ready to listen to me. A small grunt left the back of my throat and I slammed my feet on the ground, trying to be set free like a small kid, but they easily dragged me out.

“Leave her,” I suddenly heard Fang’s voice behind me, and the guards looked at him for two seconds before leaving me.

“Minister Fang,” one of the guards spoke, “She has been creating ruckus inside the courtroom so we were just-”

Fang raised his hand for him to stop speaking and the guard quiet down. Fang walked closer to me and circled his hand around my shoulder. I quickly jerked it away, but he put his hand around with force this time. “Be good little one, I will help you get through.”

“I don’t need your help,” I growled.

Fang looked at the security guards and then at me before making me walk alongside him, “If you want, I can help them drag you out of here.”

I gritted my teeth at the thought. The way Fang had let my head hit the pole, I was sure he would let the guards drag me out of here. I kept quiet, knowing my words were not needed here, and clicked my tongue. I did not want to take help from Fang, but right now, he was someone who could make or break this situation. There was a different irritation I felt around Fang, and thinking about how I had acted a while back made me more embarrassed than ever.

We reached the room again and this time the receptionist, on seeing Fang standing in front of him, quickly got up, “Minister Fang!” He went back to his telephone and quickly dismissed the other person, “I will get back to you.” He kept the receiver down immediately, “How can I help you, Minister Fang?”

The aura and the tune he was singing a while back had totally changed.

Fang did not even smile at the receptionist. Rather came to the point directly, “This here is a special person to me and she needs something. Help her get it.” Fang pushed me forward, and I was the one who glared at the receptionist this time.

The man was quick to offer me a bright smile, “Yes, please tell me what can I do for you, ma’am?”

I stared at him for a good one minute as I narrowed my eyes and the man’s fake smile started to flatter on his face. He removed his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead. I smiled, looking at the impact Fang was having on him. Although I did not want to admit it, Fang was still my soulmate, and it was funny how I felt a little sense of pride in front of that sweating receptionist.

“I need files on bail of Zelda Cermesi or Ellie Cermesi,” I asked, not knowing with what name it was fed with. But I knew it was around a month and a half back, “Must be around a month back or before that.”

“Let me check through the bails granted,” He smiled at Fang, but Fang did not smile at all. He was rather vexed, and it satisfied me that he was irked by something.

The man went to some cupboard and brought out heaps of files from a month back.

“Let’s sit till he is done,” Fang gestured towards the chair and I could not deny. Fang had finally helped me, and I didn’t know how I would have handled the situation without Fang here today. This different Selene I was seeing inside me was not a good Selene and I did not understand why this change was taking place. I was never someone this rude and dumb, for that matter.

When Fang and I took a seat near the sitting area, I turned to him, “Are you irritated about something?” I asked him.

“No,” Fang was brief and quick with his reply.

A small smile came to form on my lips as I poked him on his shoulder to grab his attention and irk him more, “Why are you irritated?”

A nerve popped on Fang’s head as he calmly turned to me and looked dead in my eyes.. My breath stuck in my throat as he had turned close to my face and he spoke, “Because you left me right there.”