After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 150

When we pulled away, we both breathed a little heavier, our faces still close. I leaned back, taking a moment to collect myself, but the sense of connection between us remained.

Carlos ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "I didn’t expect that.""Neither did I," I admitted, my voice still soft. "But it felt right."He smiled faintly, his gaze softening as he looked at me. "It did."

There was a slight pause, and then Carlos’s expression turned serious, "I need to tell you something, Grace. About Stefan."

I nodded, "What happened to him?"

Carlos let out a slow breath. "Merhold lured Stefan into bankruptcy. But while Merhold was operating everything, the real reason Stefan fell apart was his own greed. He got too ambitious, too hungry for power. Now, he’s gone rogue. He left the city where the werewolves lived and disappeared into the Unknown Regions."

"Unknown Regions?" I repeated, feeling a sense of foreboding settle in me, "What’s in the Unknown Regions?"

Carlos’s eyes darkened slightly. "Other orcs, vampires… creatures we don’t even fully understand. It’s dangerous territory. Nobody knows what exactly is out there."

I swallowed, "And Sienna? She… she escaped, didn’t she?"

Carlos nodded, "She did. That ship that took her? It’s connected to the Unknown Regions. We may not know what she’s really after, but we can’t ignore the possibility that she’s in cahoots with someone or something even more dangerous."

The night sky stretched endlessly outside the plane window, dark and glittering with stars. I leaned against the cold glass.

The silence between us settled like a comforting blanket. That deep, penetrating kiss earlier had calmed me and left my heart feeling strangely lighter.

Carlos was still beside me, lost in the beauty of the scene. For a while, neither of us spoke, both lost in the stunning view.

Then, as if the silence had grown too heavy for him, Carlos turned to me, and began the conversation.

"There’s something I need to tell you," he began, his gaze shifting between me and the stars outside.

I shifted, "What is it?" I asked as I was curious to find out what was running on his mind.

He leaned back in his seat. "It’s about my fiancée," he said hesitantly, as though testing the waters of my reaction.

I tried to keep my expression neutral. "Your fiancée?" I repeated. "Odette?"

He looked at me, his expression serious yet a bit sheepish. "I’m the mysterious young prince of the royal family."

My eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say.

The revelation hit me like a lightning bolt. My mind raced back to little moments I’d overlooked: the professional maids in Carlos’s home, his reluctance to attend royal events, and the award ceremony where he’d skipped the royal dinner. It all started to make sense now.

I stared at him, stunned. "You’re the prince? Why didn’t you ever tell me?"

Carlos shrugged, "I didn’t want it to change how you saw me. I wanted to earn respect on my own, not because of a title."

"I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "That’s… a lot to take in."

Carlos chuckled softly. "I know. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but the timing never felt right."

We fell into a comfortable silence, watching the city lights below. My mind replayed every interaction I’d had with Carlos, now colored by the truth of his identity.