After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 125

I was on the verge of breaking down, my hair tangled, dirt streaking my face. But I refused to let him see how much he had rattled me. I steadied my breath and glared at him. "What do you want from me?" I asked him coldly.

He tilted his head slightly, studying me as if I were some fascinating puzzle. "You’re still so calm," he said, "That’s my favorite quality in you." I frowned. Calm? Was he really admiring me for that? There was something almost… wrong in the way he spoke. I couldn’t understand him. "You’re familiar," I said, my mind racing. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before."

Merhold didn’t seem to care about my confusion. He ignored my words and, instead, waved a hand dismissively. "Have food and water brought to her," he ordered one of the guards.I didn’t respond. His sudden calmness made my skin crawl. He was playing some sort of game, but I couldn’t figure out the rules.

As Merhold turned to leave, I was left with nothing but silence and the sound of the guards’ footsteps fading away. The food they brought wasn’t much, a simple meal of bread and water, but it was enough to sustain me. I wasn’t hungry. I was too scared.

I stared at the meal, lost in thought. I needed to conserve my strength. Whether I managed to escape or had to make a deal with him, I had to stay strong. I couldn’t afford to waste any energy or hope.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Cyrus. Was he fine? Had he made it home? The questions kept racing through my mind, and I couldn’t get rid of the worry. What if something happened to him? What if he was still in danger? The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t focus on anything else. I needed answers.

I couldn’t sit there anymore. I walked up to the dungeon door and hit it as hard as I could. It didn’t make a sound loud enough for me to feel better, so I hit it again, harder.

Guards! Guards!" I yelled, my voice bouncing off the stone walls. "I need to see Merhold!" I pounded the door, louder this time. "Bring him here now!" I wasn’t going to wait around anymore. I needed to know if Cyrus was okay.

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Merhold’s POV:

I watched her leave, and something inside me shifted. Her kindness, her light, all of it gave me hope. I decided, then, that I had to be stronger, not just for my mother, but for myself.

I looked lovingly at Grace now, her image in the surveillance video on the screen. She was so much like she was back then, calm, unwavering, even in the face of fear. A small, fond smile appeared on my lips.

"Dear Grace," I whispered, my voice filled with affection. "When can you think of me again? I’ve really missed you these past five years."

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