After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 205

You were right, Tina's voice cut through my thoughts. "Merhold was behind the reporters at the press conference.

"His scent was all over their questions, Grace. He planted them like seeds, watching them grow into chaos."

My breath hitched. Of course, I'd suspected it all along. She wasn't prone to exaggeration, and if she was certain, then there was no denying it.

"He's playing with you," Tina continued, her growl resonating in my head. "Twisting the truth, pushing you closer to the edge. You can't trust him, not for a second. He's dangerous."

"I know," I whispered aloud, the words almost choking me. Carlos turned to me, his brow furrowed, but I couldn't bring myself to explain.

Just then, the memory of the press conference surged back, sharp and vivid. It had been a disaster. Every question thrown at me felt like a knife aimed at my reputation.

They knew too much, their words too precise. By the end, I had one burning suspicion, and there was only one person audacious enough to pull it off. It was Merhold.

I found him leaning casually against the wall, an infuriating smirk on his lips.

"Those reporters," I began, my voice steady though my anger simmered beneath. "They were your doing, weren't they?"

Merhold tilted his head slightly, the smirk deepening but offering no response. It was his silence that confirmed everything.

I stepped closer, crossing my arms. "What are you really up to, Merhold?"

"Why did you come here? What made you so fearless that you invaded this place? I fail to understand these dramatic stunts of yours!" My voice rose, frustration bubbling to the surface.

Carlos's voice cut through my questions like a blade. "Don't ask him anything. Leave him to the Alpha King. He'll get the answers. He knows how to deal with someone like Merhold."

But Merhold, as always, remained entirely unbothered. If anything, he seemed entertained, his smirk widening with every word. His eyes gleamed with amusement, as if he was savoring the tension in the room.

I wasn't ready to let it go. I stepped closer again, my frustration boiling over. "What are you up to? God damn it, speak!" My voice cracked with anger. "Don't you dare put me in an awkward situation like this again!"

Before I could finish, the air shifted, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from his spot. My heart raced as I felt him reappear behind me, his presence chilling and far too close for comfort.

I froze, every nerve in my body on edge as his breath brushed against the back of my neck. "So fiery, my angel," Merhold murmured.

I tensed at the mention of the Alpha King. Carlos was right; this would only fuel his doubts about me.

Merhold, however, looked unbothered. He scoffed lightly, his tone almost dismissive.

"The Alpha King? Catch those reporters. Investigate that foolish girl without the wolf. Once both are done, won't the truth reveal itself?"

I stepped forward, frustration bubbling over. "Therein lies the dilemma," I snapped. "You think your games don't have consequences, but I'm the one paying the price."

Merhold's response was infuriating. He winked at me, as if this were all some lighthearted jest. "Let's not dwell on dilemmas, my angel," he said smoothly.

"Let's focus on something more productive—like Cyrus. Let's see if we can dispel any doubts that boy has about himself."

Carlos immediately stepped in, his tone flat and unyielding. "No. You're not going near him."

Merhold only chuckled, brushing off the tension as if it were nothing. "Relax, my man," he said, patting Carlos on the shoulder in a way that made me wince for him. "This is your territory, isn't it? I wouldn't dare overstep."