After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 161

For the first time, Queen Luna’s expression softened, just slightly. Her gaze was fixed on Cyrus as if she was keenly observing him.

After a moment, she spoke. "The child’s eyes…" she said slowly, almost as if to herself. "They remind me of Carlos when he was a boy."

Her words surprised me. I turned to Carlos, who stood quietly beside me. His face was serious, but his eyes lit up with brightness after hearing this.

The comment left me surprised. As we left the chamber, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

As we stepped out of the Queen’s chambers, we were immediately swarmed by reporters. Cameras flashed, and microphones were shoved in our faces as voices overlapped in a chaotic barrage of questions.

"Grace, is it true that you and Carlos—"

"Carlos, what’s your connection to the child?"

"Grace, how do you feel about the Queen’s decision?"

The sheer volume of noise was overwhelming. My heart raced, and I froze, unsure of what to do. But Carlos stepped forward without hesitation, positioning himself between us and the reporters. His imposing presence silenced the crowd.

"No comments," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

Before the reporters could recover, a woman in a crisp uniform approached us. She bowed slightly before addressing Carlos. "Alpha Carlos, Queen Luna has instructed that you take Grace and the child to live with you at the palace," she announced.

Her words left me stunned. Live at the palace? I turned to Carlos, searching his face for answers. He met my gaze and nodded, his expression steady. "Understood," he said simply.

The drive to the Alpha Palace was quiet. Cyrus sat in the backseat, his head resting on my shoulder. He was already beginning to doze off, his small frame relaxed against me. Carlos focused on the road, his hands steady on the wheel.

I couldn’t stop glancing at him. He seemed so composed, so sure of himself, even now. It was no wonder Cyrus trusted him so easily. The boy had already grown attached to Carlos, leaning on his calm strength as if it were a lifeline.

And me? I felt like a storm was raging inside me. Moving into the palace felt like stepping into a world of constant judgment and scrutiny.

The whispers and stares we’d faced earlier were only a glimpse of what was to come. Could I handle that? Could I protect Cyrus in such an environment?

As we stepped inside, I was immediately struck by the sheer beauty and wealth of the place.

Carlos and I were greeted by a number of workers dressed in finely tailored clothes. They stood tall, their movements graceful and practiced.

They all bowed low in greeting, and for a brief moment, I felt like I was in a dream. Cyrus, who had always been eager to please, watched Carlos and tried to mimic his every action.

He gave a small bow of his own, smiling at the workers, clearly excited to be in such a magnificent place.

The golden gates behind us closed softly, and we began walking down the path. The ground beneath us was paved with gleaming white stones that sparkled under the sunlight, almost as if the very earth was welcoming us.

On either side of the path, vibrant gardens stretched out, filled with flowers in colors I had never seen before. Their sweet fragrance spread in the air, adding to the surreal feeling of this place.

The palace loomed ahead, a grand structure made of polished marble. Its high towers reached for the sky, and the intricate carvings on the stone seemed to tell stories of generations past.