After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 46

That evening, I attended a staff gathering hosted by the medical organization. Vesta had invited me, I agreed.

The room was filled with people chatting, laughing, and sipping their drinks, but I gravitated toward the edges, content to watch from a distance.

Vesta had to leave for a moment, so I stood alone, nursing the drink she’d brought me. I noticed Carlos standing across the room. He was wearing a long trench coat, his face as unreadable as ever. Even in a crowded room, his presence seemed to stand apart from everyone else.

I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but before I knew it, I was walking toward him, the drink still in my hand. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the unresolved tension between us, but I needed to talk to him. To clear the air.

"Dr. Carlos," I said, my voice soft but steady.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"He turned toward me, but with a cold attitude.

‘I'd like to ask you some questions ...... about those kids in the kindergarten ......,’ I said, a little nervous. I know that these projects have a high level of confidentiality and it would be stupid to ask about it in this setting, but my heart aches at the thought of Oliver's smile.

Tina grunts in annoyance at my anxiety as well, and she urges me to be brave.

‘What's wrong with these kids?’ Carlos raises an eyebrow, his expression already revealing his impatience.

‘I want in on the programme!’ I mustered up the courage to put my thoughts into words, but without waiting for me to finish my sentence, he interrupted me coldly.

‘Alcoholic mothers are not under consideration for this project.’ He looked at the wine in my hand in disgust.

Before I could finish, two security guards appeared at his side. Carlos didn’t even glance at them, but with a small nod, he had given his silent command. The guards took my arm gently, but firmly, and began escorting me toward the exit.

My heart raced, humiliation burning through me. I hadn’t expected him to respond like this.

As I stumbled outside into the cool night air, I tried to process what had just happened.

The cool night air hit my face as the security guards escorted me outside, their grip firm but not forceful. My mind raced, still processing the humiliation of being removed from the gathering like some kind of intruder. Carlos hadn’t even looked at me as they took me away.

As the guards left me near the edge of the street, I stumbled slightly, the wine making my legs feel unsteady. I leaned against the rough stone wall, trying to steady my breath. The world around me seemed to spin, my thoughts muddled by alcohol and shame. Why had I even tried to talk to him? What had I hoped to accomplish? My head swam with a mixture of regret and confusion, and I felt my knees buckle slightly.

Before I could stop myself, I slid down to the ground, my back pressed against the cold wall as I tried to catch my breath. My vision blurred, and the lights of the street flickered in and out of focus. I closed my eyes, just for a moment, the exhaustion and dizziness overtaking me.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called my name.

"I can’t," he said softly, his voice breaking slightly. "I’m in pain every day, Grace. Disconnecting from MATE… it’s unbearable. My wolf cries out for you. It’s like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to fill it."

I turned to look at him, his face etched with a vulnerability I hadn’t seen before. There was no trace of the arrogant man I once knew. He seemed lost, broken in a way that I hadn’t expected. And for a brief moment, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist, his grip tight but desperate. "I can’t let you go, Grace. You’re my Luna. You’re the only one who can make this right."

I pulled my hand free, glaring at him. "No, Nathan. I am not your Luna anymore. You have to move on. We are done."

He stared at me, his eyes pleading, but I didn’t waver. I had moved on, and I wasn’t about to let his desperation drag me back into the past. I had worked too hard to rebuild my life, and I wasn’t going to let him take that away from me.

Before Nathan could say anything else, another voice cut through the night—sharp, commanding, and unmistakable.

"Let her go."

I looked at the man not far away in surprise. His tall body was illuminated by the streetlight, creating a long shadow, which was right at my feet.

I didn't expect him to come over and care about an ‘alcoholic’. What was he going to do!