After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 179

Just as she opened her mouth to say more, the Alpha King’s voice came out commanding and firm.

"Estelle. I will speak now."

Grace," he began. "There’s something you don’t know about Estelle, so I wanted to introduce you to her identity."

I watched him carefully, waiting for the revelation I could feel coming.

"Estelle’s father Marcus was once my most trusted warrior," he said, his voice steady but filled with a hint of reverence.

"He was by my side through every battle, the one I could always count on. When an assassination attempt was made on my life, he died protecting me. It was his sacrifice that kept me alive."

I could only stare in surprise. Estelle’s father had been the Alpha King’s protector? This was more than I’d ever expected to hear.

The Alpha King’s gaze softened as he continued, "Since his death, Estelle has been under my care. I arranged for trusted people to look after her. No one, not even Luna, has had any part in her management.

"I’ve ensured her safety, her well-being, and her future. Everything about her has been handled by my arrangements."

I felt a rush of disbelief. Estelle, who I’d thought was simply an ambitious and manipulative player in this web of politics, had a much more complicated background.

She had been raised under the Alpha King’s personal protection. That meant her position was not just strategic, it was deeply personal.

The Alpha King leaned forward slightly, his expression shifting, the weight of his words settling in the air. "I will be blunt with you, Grace. I love Estelle."

The declaration hit me harder than I expected. I stared at him, trying to process the magnitude of his words.

"I didn’t let her betroth Carlos when she was younger. I didn’t allow it because she was too young. It wasn’t about politics or alliances, Grace.

" It was because I cared for her too much to let her enter such a serious commitment before she was ready. That’s how much she means to me."

The truth of it landed heavily. Estelle was not just a pawn in a power game; she was the Alpha King’s responsibility, and his feelings for her went beyond duty.

I jerked back. "Your Majesty, I’ve always acted with sincerity.""Have you?"

Estelle took a step back, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She cast me a look of pity, as though she were the victim in this exchange.

I felt the weight of the moment pressing down on me, suffocating me. I wanted to defend myself, to scream that I was being set up, but the King’s authority kept me in check.

I felt aggrieved, my emotions swirling inside me like a storm, but I couldn’t bring myself to voice it. The weight of the situation was too heavy, and the words I wanted to say seemed to be swallowed up by the tension in the air.

I tried to control the rising frustration, but the atmosphere in the room became thick with discomfort. It was as though the walls themselves were closing in on me, and I could hardly breathe.

Just as I was about to speak, to maybe set things straight, the door suddenly swung open with a sharp creak, cutting through the stillness like a sudden gust of wind.

Carlos stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway, casting a shadow across the room.