After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 58

Issca stood tall, her expression calm but resolute, and beside her was one of her bodyguards—an imposing man with a look that told Sienna this was her final warning. Before Sienna could react, Issca’s bodyguard pushed her back with a firm shove, and Sienna stumbled, her face twisting into a grotesque mix of rage and humiliation as she hit the ground hard.

The impact was loud, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Sienna sprawled on the pavement, her clothes rumpled and her hair disheveled. She let out a furious scream, kicking her feet in frustration as if the world itself had wronged her.

"You can’t do this to me!" Sienna screeched, struggling to get up, her movements clumsy and erratic. "I won’t let you—"

I turned away from the scene, feeling nothing but a cold detachment as I walked down the stairs with Cyrus still clinging to me. I didn’t have the energy to deal with her anymore, and I knew Issca would handle it.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I was startled by the sudden appearance of Nathan. He came out of nowhere, his eyes blazing as he rushed toward me. His face was tight with anger, and the moment he saw me holding the baby, his expression shifted from fury to something deeper—something more personal.

"Grace!" Nathan’s voice was sharp, almost frantic. He pointed at the baby in Issca’s arms, his jaw clenched. "What—what is this? When were you pregnant? Whose baby is this? Why does he look so much like Oliver?"

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, utterly shocked that he would even remember Oliver—his son, the child we lost so long ago. I had always believed that Nathan had buried those memories deep, never to resurface again. But here he was, his face filled with anguish, looking between me, Issca, and the baby like we were hiding some kind of terrible secret from him.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t know how to explain this to him. I wasn’t even sure how he had come to such a wild conclusion.

"Nathan, this isn’t—" I stammered, trying to make sense of the situation, but he cut me off, his voice rising with frustration.

"Are you with her now?" he asked, gesturing toward Issca. "Is that what this is? You two—together? And this baby… Grace, what is going on? I deserve an answer!"

But before anything could happen, Carlos suddenly appeared, his presence commanding as always. He strode toward us with a confidence that made everyone pause, and behind him were his own bodyguards—bigger, stronger, more imposing than either Nathan’s or Issca’s.

"Enough," Carlos said, his voice low but firm. His bodyguards immediately stepped between Issca’s and Nathan’s, putting a quick stop to the confrontation before it could turn violent.

Carlos didn’t say another word as he walked straight up to me, his face calm, but there was an authority in his eyes that made it clear he was in control of the situation. Without hesitation, he reached out and gently pulled Cyrus from my arms, holding him close as he turned to face me.

"You need to come with me," Carlos said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You’ve already worked enough overtime today."

I could feel the tension melting from my body as his familiar scent washed over me, soothing my frayed nerves. Carlos had always had that effect on me, calming me in ways I couldn’t quite explain. I nodded, unable to resist the pull he had over me.