After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 136

I swallowed hard, fear tightening around my chest, and began to move, my steps quick and light. My mind raced, my heart pounding in my ears. Every turn, every corner, I was alert, watching for any sign of movement. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew one thing; if I didn’t keep moving, I’d be caught.

Sienna’s voice echoed through the halls, frenzied and filled with rage. "Grace! You can’t hide from me forever! I’ll find you, you bitch!"

Her words sent a spike of fear through me, and I picked up my pace, darting around a corner, only to find myself facing another long stretch of corridor. I didn’t have time to think, to plan.

I had to keep running, keep evading. I heard her footsteps behind me, growing closer. The clink of her knife scraping against the walls made my heart race even faster.

I ducked behind a pillar, pressing my back against the cold stone, my chest heaving. I could hear her voice, closer now. "I know you’re here, Grace! You can’t run forever. Come out and face me!"

My mind raced as I plotted my next move, but all I could do was keep dodging her. This wasn’t a game; this was life and death. My every nerve screamed at me to keep running, to stay one step ahead. Each step was calculated, and precise.

Suddenly, I spotted a small storage room just ahead. I couldn’t hesitate. I threw open the door and slipped inside, closing it as quietly as possible behind me.

My chest was still pounding, my hands shaking, but I forced myself to stay silent. Every sound felt like it could give me away, and I knew I needed to hold my breath, remain still.

It could hear Tina’s voice, quiet but urgent, "Grace, she’s coming. Sienna’s right outside. Stay quiet. Don’t make a sound."

I pressed my back to the cold stone of the storage room wall, my breath shallow as I listened for Sienna’s footsteps. The seconds stretched, but Sienna’s voice grew louder. She was getting closer.

My mind raced as I looked around the room, my eyes landing on a tattered rag hanging from the shelf. Desperately, I grabbed it and pressed it against my face, hoping to mask the scent of sweat and fear. It was my only hope. I crouched down low, holding my breath as I listened to the sound of Sienna’s steps approaching.

I could hear her voice now, so close I could almost feel her hot breath against the door. "You think you can hide, Grace? I’ll find you."

But before she could strike, there was a sudden crackle of energy in the air. The sharp, crackling sound of an electric shock surged through the room. Sienna’s body jolted, her grip on the knife going slack as she crumpled to the ground in a heap.

My breath caught in my throat as I looked up. Standing in the doorway, looking completely unbothered by the chaos in the room, was Merhold. His expression was cold, his face a mask of indifference, but his presence filled the room like an ice storm.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Merhold stood there, as if he hadn’t just knocked out Sienna with a single strike. His cold, calculating gaze flicked from the unconscious woman on the floor to me, and he didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

I was still frozen in place, my phone still buzzing in my pocket. The ringtone echoed in the silence as Merhold’s gaze turned toward it. With a small, almost amused smile that sent a chill through me, he spoke in a voice that was casual but full of a dark undertone. "Forgot there was another phone, didn’t you?"