After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 47

I gave him a small nod, and only then did he release Arman, stepping back with an air of calm authority.

Arman, his pride in tatters, shot me a venomous look before storming out.

As they left, the tension in the room slowly began to fade, but I knew the events of tonight would be the talk of the Pack for days, if not weeks.

The party slowly returned to its lively rhythm, though the occasional glance in my direction reminded me that I was still the center of attention.

Ethan, ever the host, moved off to greet and entertain the remaining guests, leaving me standing with Lirian.

That’s when I noticed something odd.

Despite the crowded room, no one was standing close to us. It was as if we were surrounded by an invisible barrier, the other wolves keeping their distance, consciously or unconsciously.

Every so often, I would catch a curious glance or a fearful look, but no one dared to approach.

Lirian stood beside me, quiet and composed. He didn’t seem fazed by the scrutiny, his eyes fixed solely on me. His unwavering stare made me a bit self-conscious, and I shifted awkwardly before I heard him say, “I’m sorry.”

I blinked in surprise. “Why are you apologizing?” I asked, genuinely confused.

He hesitated, his eyes softening. “I thought… I thought you’d be mad at me for what I did to Arman,” he admitted, his voice quiet. There was a hint of unease in his tone, as if he was worried he had overstepped.

I stared at him, taken aback.

He looked like he was bracing for my anger, as if expecting me to scold him.

My mind raced back to my previous life, to the moment when I had first brought Lirian out of the slums. He had been so different then—wild, wary, and fiercely protective of me, almost like a feral wolf guarding his territory.

I distinctly remember a time when Ryan and I got into a verbal altercation and he cursed me while he kept pushing and shoving me one at a time and was about to push me to the ground.

Without hesitation, Lirian had shifted into his wolf form and attacked Ryan, pinning him to the ground in a vicious rage.

The fight had been brutal. Ryan had transformed as well, and the two of them tore into each other with an intensity that left them both bloodied and battered.

I had been horrified.

At the time, I was too focused on Ryan, rushing to his side to tend to his wounds. I didn’t even notice that Lirian had been just as badly injured. He had stood there, blood dripping onto the floor, his eyes never leaving me as I cared for Ryan. There was a strange sadness in his gaze, as though he felt he had failed me.