After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 177

I felt something in my gut tighten. I knew something wasn’t right. I followed her through the maze of hallways, my heart racing in my chest. She was running fast, but I kept up with her.

Finally, I found her standing in front of the Alpha King, her shoulders shaking as she spoke in low, desperate tones.

My heart sank. Whatever Estelle was telling him, it couldn’t be good. Deep inside me, I felt it. "Something bad is about to happen."

Lost in my thoughts, I kept looking toward them. Then, I noticed King Alpha’s expression turning grim.

I began to wonder what Estelle had told him. I needed answers, but a part of me dreaded uncovering the truth.

I stood there in the courtyard, lost in thought. After a while, my fingers brushed absentmindedly against the hem of my dress as I replayed the earlier events in my mind: Nathan’s casual words, Estelle’s strange behavior, none of it made sense.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I barely noticed the faint rustling of leaves or the distant chatter of pack members around me.

"Grace," a familiar voice broke through my reverie. It was Carlos. His voice pulled me back to reality.

I turned to see him approaching, his brows furrowed with concern. "What are you doing out here? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You seem… off."

I opened my mouth to respond, still piecing together the strange encounter with Estelle, when a commanding voice interrupted me. I fell silent.

"Grace," the Alpha King’s deep baritone rang out, silencing everything around us. "Come here. I need a word with you."

Carlos stiffened immediately, his protective instincts on full display. He stepped forward slightly. "I’ll come with her," he said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The Alpha King’s piercing gaze turned to Carlos, silencing him with an air of absolute authority. "No, you will not," he said firmly. "Stay here."

Hearing his voice, a thought came to my mind. I remembered how Faye once told me the Alpha King was intimidating yet a gentleman, and now I realized how much Carlos resembled him.

Shaking off the thought, I looked at Carlos and decided to follow the Alpha King to another room.

Carlos hesitated, as though he wanted to say something, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned to me. "If anything feels off, call for me," he said quietly, his concern evident.

Tina, my inner wolf, whimpered nervously. "Grace, this isn’t just dominance. This is… Fenrir," she whispered in my mind, naming the Alpha King’s legendary wolf.

She shrank back, trembling under the oppressive aura filling the room. "Stay with me, Tina," I urged her. "We’ve faced worse." But had we? I wasn’t so sure.

Tina was silent, too afraid to respond. I asked her, "What’s wrong?" to which she replied, "I’m so overwhelmed by Fenrir’s presence, I can’t even breathe." I tried to calm her, but her fear mirrored my own.

The room was silent, save for the faint sound of Estelle’s uneven breaths. The Alpha King finally spoke, his voice a low rumble of authority. "Do you know what I’m going to talk to you about, Grace?"

I hesitated, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of my dress.

My throat felt dry, and I struggled to keep my voice steady. "No, Your Majesty," I replied, keeping my tone polite but uncertain.

He let out a faint, unreadable smile before his voice dropped an octave. "No, you must know," he said, his tone heavy with meaning.