Chapter 92
Chapter 92
Lylah’s POV
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“Goddess… that was unhinged,” Iris whispered, fear threading through her voice. “Was Alpha Rowan always that… psychotic p>
“Just ignore him,” I said, taking her hand and guiding her away. “Let’s go p>
I refused to look back.
If Rowan thought I would waste my energy reacting to his threats, he was wrong.
Not long after, we arrived at Iris’s house.
It was beautiful.
The exterior wore a soft crème finish with a carefully tended garden framing the front. The house stood in one of Lunaris’s most elite residential districts–territory reserved for those of wealth. This was not a home an ordinary wolf could afford.
Iris pushed the door open and led me inside.
The parlor mirrored the outside–crème tones, warm lighting, and simple furnishings. It wasn’t lavish, but it felt warm and comfortable.
“Do you live here alone with your brother?” I asked.
She nodded. “Yes. Our parents passed away years ago. Our grandmother stayed behind in the Pack p>
“I’m sorry, Iris. I didn’t know.” I hesitated before asking the question that had lingered in my mind since the beginning. “What Pack are you from p>
I had always assumed she was a native of Lunaris.
“My mother was from Blackridge and my father was from Whitepine. We lived in Whitepine when they were still alive.” she continued. “My brother still works late most days, he usually doesn’t come home until night p>
Then she turned suddenly, her expression shifting with curiosity
“Lylah, about earlier… so Alpha Rowan Blackfang was your p>
I let out a quiet, humorless breath. “A past that was supposed to be buried–but apparently still has unfinished business with my patience p>
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“I’m relieved you stayed away from him. I always thought he was an honorable man. But earlier She shook her head. “That wasn’t the behavior of an Alpha worthy of his name in Verdanth
“Oh!” she brightened suddenly “Let me show you photos of my brother p>
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She led me into the TV room, where several framed pictures lined a low table. Iris picked one up and handed it to me.
“This is him. Do you see the scar on his brow p>
I looked closer, my gaze drifting over the other frames on the table before returning to the one in my hand. Even as he grew older from photo to photo, the scar remained–a pale, jagged line etched into his skin, impossible to miss.
“Yes,” I said. “It must’ve been a deep wound p>
“It was,” she said quietly. “A bear attack p>
I gasped.
“When I was still a baby and he was just a pup, our parents used to take us to the Blackridge Pack often. That’s where he became friends with Thane Blackridge–you know, the senior on the Vale Team p>
I nodded.
“One day, while they were playing in the forest, a wild rabid bear attacked them. It almost killed them both, but a warrior arrived just in time and saved their lives p>
Suddenly, the living room lights flicked on.
Heavy footsteps followed.
Iris’s face lit up.
“That’s my brother! He’s home p>
A moment later, he appeared in the doorway.
Iris‘ brother looked exactly like the man in the photos. The same dark hair, the same sharp features, the
same scar.
But the warmth from those pictures was gone.
His eyes hardened the moment he saw me.
Carefully, 1 returned the frame to the table.
“Iris,” he said, his voice low and firm. “Who is this? Why are you showing our family photos p>
“Oh, don’t scold me in front of my friend,” Iris protested, moving to his side. “Brother, she’s the one I tokl
about! Lylah Moonrow, my fellow junior assistant p>
you
I straightened.
“I’m Lylah,” I said politely, offering a small nod. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.
“Isaac Grey,” he said curtly. There was no warmth in his voice. No welcome. He turned back to Iris. “It’s
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already late. You shouldn’t be receiving guests p>
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“What?” Iris frowned. “Isaac, where are your manners? Lylah is my friend p>
“Iris,” he said, his voice dropping into a warning growl. “Have you forgotten what I told you p>
“But Lylah is different!” she insisted. “She’s kind to me. The kindest person I’ve ever met. She’s my friend p>
“You said that countless times before,” His expression hardened further. “And you were betrayed for it p>
“Isaac p>
I stood there, stiff and uncertain. This wasn’t what I had expected.
But I understood.
Isaac wasn’t being cruel–he only wanted to protect his younger sister. She was the only family he had left, and he was the only one she had in return.
“It’s alright, Iris,” I said gently. “I should go. We can meet another time, okay? Don’t be sad p>
She turned to me, guilt filling her eyes. “But p>
‘We’ll see each other tomorrow,” I assured her. “Don’t worry p>
She hesitated, then nodded reluctantly.
“Okay p>
Iris walked me to the front door. Behind her, Isaac’s eyes followed my every step.
That wolf had made it clear-
I was not welcome in his den.
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