Desire for you - ALPHA ILAY

ILAY

I informed Achira and asked her to give Delilah something decent to wear. She was to teleport to the courtroom when she was ready.

Achira asked strange questions about why Delilah needed to appear in a courtroom, but she didn't need to know everything.

If Delilah had known what I was up to, she would never have come here. Sometimes I did things I regretted later. It wasn't as if I kidnapped Ryan and kept him prisoner in my house, pretending to be him. When Catherine found out who I really was, she had a panic attack, ran away and threw herself off the cliff because she couldn't bear it.

So much for doing things I shouldn't do. Now I've done it again. I probably made another mistake that I would regret later, but I didn't care at that moment.

Now Delilah came into the room and looked around in confusion. Achira had given her a black turtleneck dress that flattered her figure and she was wearing patent black high heels.

When she saw me next to Zamiel, her eyes widened. As she looked round, she caught sight of her father. She looked like she was about to collapse. There were probably too many men in this room that she didn't want to see right now.

"Sit down, Delilah, we have something to talk about," I asked her. She looked dazed and startled when she saw Zamiel. It was obvious that what had happened was still in her bones.

She dropped into an empty seat while Chris just looked at her from the other side. He couldn't seem to believe his eyes and still couldn't believe what was going on.

"We're here, Delilah, because Zamiel is to be punished for what he did. The judge has decided that you can carry out this punishment..." I explained, looking into her blue eyes.

At that moment, I took my bad mood out on her. Even Delilah's father agreed with me that Zamiel had to go. She had no backbone at that moment.

My words left Delilah speechless. I probably would have been speechless in her place too. At least she hadn't expected me to take her by surprise like that, especially as she had never told me anything about her past.

One look at her face was enough to realise that there were a lot of question marks buzzing around in her head. Everything was a mystery to her, but Delilah was smart because her eyes were locked on mine, and that made me smile.

Yes, Delilah. I am solely responsible for Zamiel having to stand trial here.

DELILAH

What on earth had got into Ilay? Last night he was the desperate one and today he's playing the lawyer who wants to see justice done.

The whole thing stank to high heaven and on top of that, I was now sitting in a room with Zamiel and my father, deciding what should happen to Zamiel?

How did Ilay even know that Zamiel was my mate? I couldn't remember telling him anything about it. Let alone saying anything at all, except that I had a family.

I had to swallow hard. The negative atmosphere in the room alone almost made me feel sick.

The fact that my father was also in the room didn't make it any easier. My father knew that I had gone with Zamiel back then. He'd warned me about it a few times and had always been against us having a relationship - but I just didn't want to hear it at the time. It was pure chaos back then and he had promised me that one day Zamiel's head would roll...

Had my father found me? Wasn't it Ilay who had organised it all?

Ilay's smile told me that he was reading my thoughts at that moment and had organised everything.

I was slowly getting tired of these men's demonstrations of power. Some man was constantly telling me what I had to do.

"Please, Delilah! You can't do this to me... I'm so sorry too, rejecting you was the biggest mistake..." Zamiel begged me. Was he really sorry? Was he sorry that he sold me out?

Anger... Anger was the only thing I felt.

I was really speechless, especially because Ilay was so sneaky and had ordered me here and Zamiel cheekily claimed that he was sorry.

I couldn't take it all anymore and felt tears gathering in my eyes.

Ilay replied with a mischievous grin: "You have the choice, Delilah, you have the choice of whether his head is allowed to roll or whether he is tortured for days."

I knew Ilay could be evil, but I'd never seen this side before. He had actually read my mind again about the "rolling head" part.

Goosebumps spread all over my body and a cold feeling came over me. The thought of having Zamiel on my conscience was terrible for me, even if he deserved it...

"Oh yes, he deserved it... Look at him, pathetic, isn't he?" Ilay stood next to me and whispered so quietly in my ear that no one could hear.

I had to swallow and shook my head "I can't..." I whispered quietly as a tear ran down my cheek. I was tidying up Ilay's room when Achira came to me and told me that I had to go to court. Unfortunately, that was all she could tell me and I really hadn't expected this situation.

Even though Zamiel deserved everything bad in this world, I didn't want to be the one responsible for it.

I shook my head: "I really can't do this..." I said louder so that everyone could hear me now.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Zamiel's eyes that I could escape the whole thing with my statement.

"You can't, but I'm going to kill him anyway," my father said, standing up again and walking towards me.

I had to swallow and lowered my eyes. I had said everything there was to say. That was all I had to say about this mess. It was just unpredictable and wrong...

"Delilah... He'll pay for what he did to you. If Prince Ilay hadn't called us and saved you, God knows where you'd be in danger right now..." my father said and I shook my head.

"If not us, then Prince Nael will ensure justice," he replied and sat down next to me, whereupon I slipped away a little because I didn't want to be so close to him.

My father had always been strict. He had always been the one to talk, while my mum and I had to keep quiet.

"I don't want this, why don't you understand? I don't want anyone on my conscience, even if what Zamiel has done is anything but okay."

I had now turned to face my father and looked him in the eye, while Ilay watched us and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Churchill, you can continue the family drama later, I really don't have time," Ilay finally said. My father looked at him and nodded in understanding.

"I don't understand why I'm even here if decisions are being made over my head anyway..." I mumbled quietly to myself.

Ilay shrugged "That's because he has to die and it was Judge Shawn's decision to bring you here. So, Delilah, one more time," Ilay looked at me with raised eyebrows, "are we going to roll our heads or is this all going to drag on?"

"You don't need to feel sorry for him, he was already a dead man when he rejected you," my father whispered to me.

I was shocked by their behaviour. "I'm not going to decide that," was my final decision. I'd rather my own head rolled than Zamiel's.

Ilay sighed. "Well, Chris, I think she's made up her mind, because the word 'rolling head' is buzzing around in her mind quite often," Ilay decided, to which I shook my head vigorously. "No Ilay.... You mustn't do that... Please!" I was overcome with panic.

My father nodded, "I agree with you, my prince. The sooner the better," he replied. Shawn Redington remained silent and said nothing, while Zamiel looked at me desperately.

There was no escape for Zamiel, that much was clear. Ilay was determined to see Zamiel dead.

My pulse was already racing like crazy and my fear that something bad might happen was growing.

My hands were already shaking and if I didn't know any better, I would faint.

Ilay came up to me and pulled a pistol from his belt. He held a gun out to me and pressed it into my hand.

I stared at the gun, stunned, and looked up at Ilay.

"You can't ask me to do that... I-I can't do this Ilay!" I felt sick at the thought of harming a fly, let alone having to shoot someone.

"You will do it," he demanded of me. His eyes were red and I knew it was his demon forcing me to do it.

It was an official order from him and I felt my whole body move against my will.

"Damn it, Ilay, don't do this to me!" I begged him again as my legs moved towards Zamiel and I placed the cartridge in the barrel.

Ilay, meanwhile, said nothing and watched me as I walked towards Zamiel.

Tears were streaming down my face and I felt so sorry at that moment.

"I'm so sorry, Zamiel..." I whispered quietly, my vision blurred by all the tears.

Zamiel was no different, because he knew it was serious. "Forgive me, Delilah..." he whispered softly and closed his eyes. The only thing left for him to do was to ask for my forgiveness.

He had come to terms with it. He would die today, by my hand.

Heartache spread through me.

"Mmm, take a deep breath and exhale, Laylah," Ilay demanded. He stood behind my back so I could feel his breath on my skin.

"Take the gun and point it at his head," Ilay said, seeming to enjoy the game. I was forced to do what he wanted.

"I will now count to three, then you will shoot," he demanded of me.

I was already sweating and had beads of sweat on my forehead.

I prayed silently for myself and asked myself at that moment what value my life still had?

"Close your eyes, maybe that will help you," Ilay whispered to me again.

I had to swallow hard and couldn't suppress my trembling hand.

"One... Two..." Before Ilay could say three, I pulled the trigger.