After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 87

I couldn’t help but wonder if Carlos had any special skills of his own. He was an Alpha, after all, and not just any Alpha. He was different—stronger, more composed, more capable than anyone I had ever met. I had a feeling that there was more to him than he let on.

"Do you have any special abilities?" I asked him, half-joking, but genuinely curious. "I mean, you’re not exactly like the rest of us."

Carlos smiled, but it wasn’t the kind of smile that gave anything away. It was mysterious, almost playful. He looked at Cyrus, who was still absorbed in his training, and then back at me. "Maybe," was all he said.

It left me with more questions than answers, but I didn’t push. I knew Carlos well enough by now to realize that when he wanted me to know something, he would tell me. For now, I was content just to be here, watching Cyrus thrive in an environment where he was safe and loved.

Later in the day, Carlos’ lawyer arrived. I could tell from the way Carlos’ face shifted that this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. I sat down with them, sensing that whatever they were about to discuss was something I needed to hear. The lawyer, a sharp-looking man with serious eyes, wasted no time diving into the issue.

"Sienna’s bail," he began, flipping through a folder, "Everything is proceeding as expected, but there’s a complication."

Carlos’ expression hardened. "What kind of complication?" he asked, his tone icy.

The lawyer explained that Stefan—my father—had paid a large sum for Sienna’s bail. This caught me off guard. Stefan favored Sienna, I knew that much, but paying such a huge amount of money? It didn’t sit right with me. Stefan wasn’t the type to throw money around unless there was something deeper at play. I glanced at Carlos, who was now listening intently, his jaw clenched.

"The court is suspended while they process everything," the lawyer continued. "We’re doing what we can to expedite things, but Stefan’s influence… well, it’s stronger than we anticipated."

Carlos didn’t say anything for a moment, and the silence was thick. Finally, he spoke, his voice measured but cold. "Keep talking to the court. Make sure they don’t let this slip through."

"You’re different now," he said quietly. His voice was soft, but there was pride in it. "You’re not the same Grace who used to let things happen around her. You’re stronger. Smarter."

Working at Carlos’ house had its perks, but it also felt a little strange at times. The air was thick with a mixture of elegance and expectation, and I often found myself questioning my place within its walls. It was a home that radiated authority and wealth, a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of my own life.

His home was massive, quiet, and polished to perfection, and though I was getting used to it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t quite where I belonged. Still, it was convenient, and Cyrus was happy here, which made things easier for me. One afternoon, Blair came over for a meeting, and as soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes widened at the grand surroundings.

"Wow, no wonder Cyrus likes it here," he teased, glancing around the luxurious living room. "I think I’d want to stay too if I had all this."