After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 184

Grace’ POV

The night air was cold as the last few guests left the Alpha Palace.

The soft rustle of dresses brushing against the polished marble floor faded into the distance, leaving behind an eerie silence.

I hadn’t seen Carlos since the Alpha King scolded him earlier.

My heart ached at the memory of the way he stood there, calm and unyielding, while the Alpha King berated him for things that weren’t his fault.

Just as I turned toward the corridor leading to the guest quarters, Odette appeared, her soft smile bringing a bit of warmth to the otherwise cold night.

"Grace," she greeted, her tone kind but firm. "I’ll walk you back."I nodded, grateful for the company.

As we strolled down the long hallway, my thoughts wandered back to Estelle. The mere thought of her made my blood boil. Every time I saw her, it felt like a new layer of frustration built up within me.

"Odette," I began, trying to keep my voice steady, "what’s the story with Estelle? She seems to have a way of causing chaos wherever she goes."

Odette chuckled dryly, shaking her head. "Estelle is… complicated," she replied, her voice tinged with something I couldn’t quite understand.

"Her father died saving the Alpha King, so he’s always had a soft spot for her. She doesn’t have a wolf, which makes her an easy target for bullying.

She continued, "Over time, it’s made her… hard to understand. She’s not kind, not in the way most people expect. She is just… complicated."

I frowned, her words only fueling my frustration. "Hard to understand or not, it doesn’t give her the right to hurt others," I said sharply, my gaze drifting toward Estelle, who was walking alone near the gardens.

The faint moonlight outlined her figure, and for a moment, I felt a pang of pity. But it was quickly overshadowed by anger.

Carlos didn’t deserve the scolding he got today, not because of her. He hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he’d been caught in the middle of her mess.

I wouldn’t let her continue to cause problems for everyone in the palace, no matter what her backstory was.

Odette sighed, a note of caution in her voice. "Be careful, Grace. The Alpha King won’t tolerate anyone crossing Estelle, no matter how wrong she might be."

I thought about how Carlos and I had been reprimanded earlier, the sharp sting of the Alpha King’s words still fresh in my mind.

A part of me felt relieved that Cyrus had been spared from witnessing that moment. He didn’t deserve to see us bear the brunt of palace politics and misunderstandings.

His words tugged at my heartstrings. "Oh, Cyrus," I said softly, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "The party wasn’t fun at all. It was boring. But there will be plenty of parties in the future. If they’re fun, I’ll bring you. If they’re not, I won’t."

"Promise?" he asked, his eyes wide with hope. "Promise," I replied, smiling. That seemed to comfort him, and he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

"Where’s Carlos?" He asked suddenly, glancing toward the door. "Why isn’t he back yet?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. The truth was, I didn’t know where Carlos was, and it worried me. But before I could say anything, the door opened, and Carlos walked in.

"Carlos!" Cyrus shouted, running toward him.

Carlos smiled, holding up a small wrapped package. "I just went to get you a present," he said, crouching down to Cyrus’ level.