After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 133

I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The more I thought about it, the more unsettling it became. I couldn’t trust him, I realized.

Everything about Merhold was shrouded in mystery, and now I was being dragged into it. My heart hammered in my chest, the uncertainty making it hard to breathe. My instincts screamed at me to be careful.

I held my thoughts tightly, trying to calm myself. There was no room for panic, not yet. I needed answers. I needed to know what Merhold was really up to. "What are you really, Merhold?" I asked, forcing my voice to sound steady. "Aren’t you a rogue wolf?"

He didn’t even blink at my question. Instead, he smiled that knowing smile of his, the one that made my skin crawl. "How can this be a gathering place for rogue wolves when there are alphas here?"

His tone was smooth, confident, almost mocking. "This is the Alpha. It can’t possibly be a haven for rogue wolves." He leaned closer to me, and the air between us seemed to grow thicker. "But for now, it has to stay a secret. When you agree to be my Luna, I’ll tell you everything."

My chest tightened. His words felt like a trap, and I was the one being lured in. The idea of agreeing to be his Luna was beyond repulsive. How could I ever trust him, let alone stand by his side? My mind raced with a thousand questions, none of which I could ask aloud.

I stayed silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a response. I didn’t want to hear any more of his lies or manipulations. Instead, I stared ahead, my thoughts a whirlpool of confusion and fear.

Merhold didn’t seem to mind my silence. He simply lowered himself to the cold ground beside me, sitting there in the quiet space we had created.

The warmth of the room seemed to drain away, leaving only a biting chill that mirrored the tension in the air. I felt a knot of anger rise in my chest. I had no desire to engage with him further, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted from me.

Merhold knocked lightly on the door, interrupting my thoughts. I wiped away the tears quickly and turned to face him. "Are you satisfied with the room?" he asked, his voice calm and measured.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Yes," I replied quietly, though my heart wasn’t in it. "It’s fine."

Merhold smiled as if pleased with my answer, but there was something unsettling about the way he looked at me. "It’s fine," he repeated. "But you should have brought your son with you in the first place. Then you would feel more at ease. But don’t worry, Grace, I’ll reunite you with him soon enough."

His words twisted something deep inside me. How dare he speak so casually about my son? How dare he claim to have control over my life, over Cyrus’s life? My hands curled into fists at my sides. I wanted to yell at him, to tell him how wrong he was, but I couldn’t. Not yet.