After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 137

He reached for the phone in my hand, and I stiffened. Without saying a word, I pulled it out of my pocket and handed it over. But instead of taking the phone, he simply helped me to my feet, his touch firm, yet strangely gentle.

I stared at him, still disoriented. He didn’t seem like the man who had just knocked Sienna out cold. He seemed almost… amused by the situation. But the chill in his expression, the emptiness in his eyes, made it clear that nothing about him was comforting.

Once I was on my feet, Merhold reached down and took the phone from my hand. His gaze flicked to the screen, his lips curving into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "You didn’t read what was in it, did you?" he asked, his voice a mocking lilt.

I shook my head, "No. I didn’t have the chance."

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turned and motioned for me to follow him. I followed, my mind still reeling, unsure of what was happening, unsure of what to do next.

We arrived at a small, secure room. Merhold opened the door, gesturing for me to enter. I walked in without saying anything.

Once inside, Merhold shut the door behind us.

Tina screams when Merhold touches me, his scent wrapping around us. She quickly asks, "What’s on the phone?" I pull it out and say, "I saw Nathan’s phone number."

I sat in the cold, dark room, feeling the weight of everything that had happened crash down on me. The walls seemed to close in as I hugged my knees to my chest.

Locked in the room, I couldn’t stop replaying everything in my head, the choices I’d made, the people involved. But one question kept bugging me. What role did Nathan play in this mishap?

He was connected to it somehow, I could feel it in my bones, but I didn’t know how deep it went. Had he been lying to me? Had he been using me all along? My thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess, and I couldn’t find peace.

Later that night, the door creaked open, and I looked up, startled. Merhold stood in the doorway, his figure shadowed in the dim light. He smiled, but there was something cold about it.

I felt a chill run down my spine. I had no idea what game he was playing, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. "I don’t know what you mean," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

But Merhold didn’t let up. "Of course you don’t," he replied with a cold laugh. "But I see right through you, Grace. You think you’re fooling me? Think again."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. This wasn’t how I’d imagined things going. I had to hold it together, even though every instinct in me screamed to fight back. But Merhold had a way of making me feel small, like I was nothing but a puppet in his twisted game. I had no choice but to play along. For now.

As Merhold turned to leave, his mood shifted again, his voice softening. "You’ll see Cyrus soon," he repeated, almost as if trying to reassure himself more than me. "And everything will be better. Just stay calm."

I nodded again, even though doubt filled me. Nothing felt right. His moods changed so quickly that I couldn’t keep up, and it was starting to unsettle me. I couldn’t trust him, but I had no choice but to go along with whatever he was planning. For now.