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Chapter 123
I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The more I thought about it, the more unsettling it became. I couldn’t trust him, I realized.
Everything about Merhold was shrouded in mystery, and now I was being dragged into it. My heart hammered in my chest, the uncertainty making it hard to breathe. My instincts screamed at me to be careful.
I held my thoughts tightly, trying to calm myself. There was no room for panic, not yet. I needed answers. I needed to know what Merhold was really up to. “What are you really, Merhold?” I asked, forcing my voice to sound steady. “Aren’t you a rogue wolf?”
He didn’t even blink at my question. Instead, he smiled that knowing smile of his, the one that made my skin crawl. “How can this be a gathering place for rogue wolves when there are alphas here?”
His tone was smooth, confident, almost mocking. “This is the Alpha. It can’t possibly be a haven
for rogue
wolves.” He leaned closer to me, and the air between us seemed to grow thicker. “But for now, it has to stay a secret. When you agree to be my Luna, I’ll tell you everything.”
My chest tightened. His words felt like a trap, and I was the one being lured in. The idea of agreeing to be his Luna was beyond repulsive. How could I ever trust him, let alone stand by his side? My mind raced with a thousand questions, none of which I could ask aloud.
I stayed silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of a response. I didn’t want to heat any more of his lies or manipulations. Instead, I stared ahead, my thoughts a whirlpool of
confusion and fear.
Merhold didn’t seem to mind my silence. He simply lowered himself to the cold ground beside me, sitting there in the quiet space we had created.
The warmth of the room seemed to drain away, leaving only a biting chill that mirrored the tension in the air. I felt a knot of anger rise in my chest. I had no desire to engage with him further, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he wanted from me.
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passed, the stillness between us uncomfortable. Merhold didn’t press me to talk, but, his presence was suffocating. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice softer this time. “I was de earlier. Please allow me to invite you to rest in the bedroom. I promise, I won’t enter without your permission.”
The thought of the cramped room made my skin crawl. I had been living in small, uncomfortable spaces for far too long. But at the same time, it was better than sitting in the bold with him. I hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly. “Alright,” I muttered, not trusting myself to speak any further.
Merhold stood, and 1 followed him down the hallway. When we reached the room, I immediately noticed the difference. The room wasn’t as extravagant as the others I had been shown, but there was something strangely comforting about it. The walls were simple, the furniture modest, yet there was a warmth to the space that felt strangely familiar. It wasn’t luxurious, but it was cozy.
I spotted a picture on the wall, and my heart stopped for a moment. There, above the bed, was a photo of my son, Cyrus. It was as if Merhold had known exactly what I needed..
The picture was a reminder of everything I had left behind, of the son I had been torn away from. I felt a surge of emotion in my chest, and without thinking, I rushed to the photo, my hands trembling as I gently pulled it from the wall.
Tears welled in my eyes as I clutched the photo Chest. My thoughts immediately went
to Cyrus. Where was he now? Was he safe? Was he thinking of me? The ache in my heart was unbearable. I longed to hold him again, to feel his small body in my arms, to tell hing
that everything would be okay.
Merhold knocked lightly on the door, interrupting my thoughts. I wiped away the tears
quickly and turned to face him. “Are you satisfied with the room?” he asked, his voice calm
and measured.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Yes,” I replied quietly, though my heart wasn’t
in it. “It’s fine.”
Merhold smiled as if pleased with my answer, but there was something unsettling about the way he looked at me. “It’s fine,” he repeated. “But you should have brought your son with -you in the first place. Then you would feel more at ease. But don’t worry, Doris, I’ll reunite
you with him soon enough.”
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His words twisted something deep inside me. How dare he speak so casually about my son? How dare he claim to have control over my life, over Cyrus’s life? My hands curled into fists at my sides. I wanted to yell at him, to tell him how wrong he was, but I couldn’t. Not yet.
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