After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 60

"Why?" I asked, unable to mask the confusion in my voice. "Aren’t you swamped with work? Why are you offering to take us home?"

Carlos didn’t even blink. "If Nathan sees you with a boy who looks exactly like his dead son, he’s going to come after you."

My heart skipped a beat. Nathan. Of course. Nathan had already been suspicious back at the park, and now that Carlos had put it into words, I realized the danger I could be in. Cyrus did look so much like Oliver, Nathan’s lost child. It wasn’t something I could ignore anymore. Nathan wasn’t someone to be taken lightly.

I nodded silently, suddenly feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Carlos was right. As much as I disliked his bluntness, he always had a way of cutting through the noise and seeing things for what they were.

We made our way back to my house, the ride quiet and tense. I could feel the anticipation building in the air, an uneasy feeling that something was waiting for us. And sure enough, when we pulled up to my house, there was Nathan, standing outside with his beta. His face was red with fury, his eyes wild and focused on me.

He stormed toward the car before I could even get out, his voice booming with anger. "Grace!" he shouted, his words sharp and accusatory. "Are you carrying my baby?"

The question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off. I felt my stomach twist in knots as Nathan glared at me, his eyes darting from me to Cyrus.

Without thinking, without even a second of hesitation, I stormed up to Nathan and slapped him across the face. The sharp sound echoed through the stillness of the street, and for a moment, I was sure everyone around us had frozen in shock.

My hand stung from the force, but the look on Nathan’s face—wide-eyed and stunned—was worth every bit of the pain.

"You have a child with Sienna, don’t you?" I said sharply, my voice cutting through the silence. "What are you doing here, acting like you care, when you already have a child of your own? Go home, Nathan. Go see your child. Cyrus has nothing to do with you!"

His face crumpled, his hands shaking as he reached out toward me, but I took a step back, refusing to give in. This wasn’t his moment. This wasn’t his place. He had made his choices long ago, and I had made mine. There was no turning back now.

I turned away from him, feeling the weight of the situation start to lift as I moved toward the car where Carlos waited. My steps felt heavy, but with each one, the distance between me and Nathan grew. I was done with him, and he needed to understand that.

As I reached the car, I glanced back at Carlos, who had been watching the entire scene unfold. He hadn’t intervened, hadn’t said a word, but there was something in his expression—something subtle—that told me he had been quietly pleased with how everything had played out. There was a certain satisfaction in his eyes, even if he didn’t show it outright.