After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 38

My heart sank as I read through the lies, the accusations.

Sienna, that vile woman, had started slandering me in the public media, portraying me as some sort of villain responsible for her misfortunes. She blamed me for her disfigurement, for her failed relationships, spinning a web of lies that the public was all too eager to believe.

My wolf growled in the back of my mind, a low, angry sound that mirrored the rage building within me. How dare she? the wolf snarled. How dare she try to tarnish your name?

But I was too tired to be angry. All I felt was a deep, bone-weary sadness. They didn’t know me, didn’t know what I had been through. All they saw were Sienna’s lies, and they believed every word.

Not long after, people who didn’t know the truth were coming to my house, throwing bottles, shouting obscenities, as if I were the monster Sienna painted me to be.

A knock at the door startled me, and I stood, wiping my eyes as I made my way to the front of the house. The voices outside were growing louder, angrier, but the sight that greeted me when I opened the window to see. .

Nathan stood there, a large bouquet of flowers in his hands, his expression a mix of frustration and desperation. The crowd outside seemed to take this as some sort of confirmation that he had cheated on me, that I was the wronged party, and they started smashing things in anger.

"Grace, I—" Nathan began, but before he could finish, the situation erupted. The rogue wolves and unknowns in the crowd began to attack, their fury spilling over as they lashed out at everything in their path. Nathan was in the thick of it, fighting them off even as they landed blow after blow.

My house had been taken over before, and it looked like it was happening again. Only this time, Nathan was here, and instead of leaving apathetically like he used to, he was out there, his shoulders stiff with tension.

The wolves wasted no time. I heard glass shattering downstairs, the unmistakable crash of something being smashed against the walls.

Nathan stood his ground in the front yard, glaring at the intruders. His hands clenched into fists, and I could see the muscles in his neck tense as he struggled to maintain his composure. I should’ve felt something—a flicker of hope that maybe this time, he’d finally stand up for himself, for me, for the life we had once shared. But all I could do was watch with indifference, detached from the chaos unraveling below.

Nathan stood amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His face was covered in blood, a gash above his eyebrow still leaking. His knuckles were raw and bruised, and there were cuts along his arms where the rogues had gotten in a few good swipes. But he had won.

Nathan wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, but it didn’t help much. He still looked like he’d just walked through hell. I watched as he bent down, picked up something from the ground, and started walking toward the door.

A bouquet of roses.

The bouquet of roses in his arms hadn't been harmed by the fight, was still bright and beautiful.

But sadly, I'm allergic to them.