Cyrus, who had been in an urgent eting with his people, his gaze dark and cold, almost as if he would snap and kill soone the next second, shifted in his place when he suddenly started feeling hot.
The mark on his neck was itching, and his manhood started twitching. The images of how he wanted to bend Alia over and fuck her senseless started closing his mind, distracting him from the important matter.
Feeling helpless by the sudden arousal, he glared at his wolf.
"Sylas, I swear if this is you, you will get into big trouble. This is not the ti to think about such things. I understand your love for your wife, but–" Cyrus started, but his wolf looked at him warily before he could continue his scolding.
"Hey, stop blaming without proof. It’s not . I am not thinking about those things. I know what kind of torture it would be without her here," Sylas confesses.
Cyrus narrowed his brows.
If it wasn’t his wolf, then how co he was feeling so aroused out of the blue?
He was sure he was concentrating on the matter and not letting his mind wander otherwise...
"Maybe it’s our wife," Sylas smirked.
Cyrus’s gaze darkened at the thought.
What was she doing that she was thinking such naughty thoughts, which was making him hard here?
It was all because of the mark he bore now that he felt such things to this extre.
Cyrus’s expression turned uglier, and Gregory cleared his throat. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead even in the air-conditioned room.
At the sa ti, after evening her clothes and disheveled look, Alia walked to the canteen and was about to sit when a second-year student walked to her.
"Hey, Alia?" He asked.
Derrick raised his brows when he saw the envelope in his hand.
"What is this? A proposal?" He teased her.
Jennifer’s gaze imdiately went to Alia to see her reaction.
"Yes?" Alia asked, confused, unfazed by Derrick’s words.
"An old man gave this to you. He couldn’t enter the University because he isn’t a direct family mber and said only you should open it," The boy said.
Alia furrowed her brows and took the envelope.
"Thank you," she said, and she stuffed the envelope in her purse.
Food was more important at the mont. She sat down to eat.
"Aren’t you going to read it?" Aaron asked, equally interested.
"You should see it. What if it’s just a new trick to give his letter to you?" Derrick asked, his gaze flickering to Ryan with a smirk.
Alia humd and pulled out the envelope before tearing it.
It was a letter indeed.
Not a proposal letter. But just a piece of a handwritten note.
"They don’t know the entire truth of that night. My ti is coming. It’s related to the hatred that is buried deep in their hearts. I can only contact you because I don’t want to die. I saw what happened that night all those years ago, and I am the only witness who survived the massacre that got his mother...and the second child...it’s alive,"
Alia didn’t understand what the note was all about and what that person was talking about when they ntioned that night, but the mont she read words like massacre of mother and second child, she knew exactly what this night was about.
After all, she learned about it recently.
Without looking at anyone or waiting for their reaction, Alia rushed out of the canteen to find the old man who had given her this letter.
However, no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find the person. As she returned to the large gates, the guard stopped her.
"Student Alia? An old man ca here a few minutes ago and said you would be looking for him. Here is the number he dropped if you want to contact him," The guard said.
Alia’s eyes bead, and she thanked the guard before taking the note.
She returned to the canteen, looking at all the curious gazes awkwardly.
"That man said he knew sothing about my mother and the second child," Alia said as Aaron took the note from her.
He furrowed his brows.
"Are you sure it’s legit and worth it? Everyone knows the truth about that night," Aaron said.
Alia smiled bitterly.
Of course, everyone knew about the truth of the death of her mother and twin brother.
But what about Cyrus’s mother? Were they really sure that was Cyrus’s mother and that second child was his brother? Because by the ti they got the body, it had swollen beyond recognition due to water.
The only thing that confird it was the locket around Gloria’s neck.
"I don’t know. I just wanted to know what he knew and wanted to talk about. That’s it. I am not holding much hope either," Alia said, looking at the note in her hand.
Hannah returned ho frustrated by her broken hand and inability to do simple tasks. In anger, she threw the vase on the floor.
The sharda flew around, the loud noise catching Jessica’s attention, who ran to her room.
"Hannah, dear, what’s wrong?" Jessica looked at her daughter with an anxious expression.
Hannah ssed her hair in rage, clenching and pulling at them.
"I am going insane, Mom. Why did the plan not work? She should’ve been dead. Rather, she walks around like nothing’s wrong while I suffer here. Nothing like this would’ve happened if you had attended the ball with , Mom," Hannah said.
Jessica understood her daughter’s frustration.
But it wasn’t sothing she could control.
Jessica told Hannah she could not attend any event with Thas’s side because Alia had yet to turn eighteen.
Alia’s mother’s grandfather set up this healer community. When that man died, he gave the property, the laboratory, and the right to make decisions to that woman.
That woman had been a bane of their existence since the very beginning. That was why her father never ca out with his affair, because he couldn’t afford to lose the position of the leader of the healer’s group of the west.
That woman cunningly nad everything she had to her babies. She had planned for all three of them to die, the mother and her two babies.
However, for so reason, Alia survived, and their plans failed.
Now, they must wait until Alia is eighteen to legally take everything from her. That is why they must continue their pretense of a happy family with her.
Hannah’s eyes darkened at the thought.
It was always Alia. Why does everything good go to her only? What kind of luck was this girl born with?
She clenched her fists before taking a deep breath. It was just a month before she would turn eighteen.
She only needed to hear that wretched girl for one more month.
The thought gave her a little satisfaction, and she breathed in relief.
"Fine. I won’t make a ss till then, but that doesn’t an I will let her walk away with what that beast did to ," Hannah said.
Jessica nodded in understanding.
"It’s okay, sweetheart. I am with you in this," Jessica said, her gaze distant as she thought about everything she had done to get Alia’s mother out of the way, too.
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