The Alpha Who Never Loved Me (Serena and Kieran) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Serena

Kieran’s gaze travelled to my mother. “Please, let me take her away.”

My mothers eyes fell on me and I gave her a soft nod before she finally let me free. Kieran and o made it into the car and the second Mark started driving, he turned to me and asked;

“Why are you treating Elan?”

I looked at him.

Why did he know about Elan already? I had taken the case yesterday afternoon. I had told no one. Misha had told no one. Bertrum certainly had told no one. Yet here Kieran was, in the back of a car, asking me about a patient I had seen for the first time twenty-four hours

ago.

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“Since when do I have to explain my professional decisions to you, Kieran?”

“Since you started treating the heir of Lunaridge.” He replied back.

“That is none of your business.”

“Serena. You cannot treat Elan Cartridge.”

“You do not get to tell me what cases I take.”

“Listen to me.” His voice was tight, careful. “You cannot treat him. I am not asking. Drop the case. Tell Misha you cannot do it. Refer him to another healer. There are reasons you do not understand, and I am asking you to trust me on this.”

“Trust you?”

“Yes.”

I let out a short, dry sound. It was almost a laugh.

“That is the funniest thing you have said to me in months.”

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“Serena-”

“Kieran, the day I trust you is the day the sun rises in the west. If you have a reason for me to drop this case, tell me what it is. Do not give me ‘trust me.’ Tell me what you are afraid of.”

He took a deep breath and then: “Lunaridge is dangerous,

Serena.”

“Everyone in this country is dangerous. That is not a

reason.”

“Their family and mine-”

“Have a history. I am aware. I have lived in your family for years. I know what the word Lunaridge means at your grandfather’s dinner table. I am not stupid, Kieran. I know exactly what taking this case means. I took it anyway. Sit with that.”

His jaw locked.

The car pulled into the driveway. Mark stopped the engine.

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I got out before Kieran could say anything else.

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He followed me to the front door. He followed me into

the foyer. He kept following me as I walked toward the staircase, and his voice climbed with every step.

“Serena, you have to do what I say. Not because I am trying to control you. Because Elan is not a good person. His family is not a good family. You do not understand what you are walking into. You do not know who he is.”

I stopped at the foot of the stairs. I turned.

“I will get to decide for myself what kind of person Elan is. I am not asking your permission to treat a patient. I am telling you that you will not tell me what to do.”

I did not wait for his response.

I walked up the stairs. I went into the bedroom. I closed the door behind me.

Kieran

I stood in the foyer and listened to the bedroom door

close.

I did not move for a long minute. My hands were closed. 4710

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at my sides. My jaw was locked. The need to follow her up those stairs and finish the conversation pulsed in my chest, and the knowledge that finishing the conversation would only push her further away kept my feet on the ground.

I turned. I walked back to the front door. I picked up my keys.

I needed a drink.

Trevor’s bar was half empty. It always was at this hour, before the dinner rush.

He saw me come in from behind the counter. He nodded

once, gestured to the back hallway, came around the counter to meet me at the corridor that led to his private office.

He closed the door behind us.

He went to the bar cart in the corner. He poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one to me.

I did not take it.

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“Take the drink, Kieran.”

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“I am not drinking anything you pour for me.”

He blinked. Then he laughed.

The laugh started small and grew until he was bent over with it, his hand on his stomach, his shoulders shaking.

“Oh, that is not funny,” I said.

“It is funny, Kieran. It is actually quite funny.”

“You handed me the drugged glass at my own pack celebration, Trevor.”

He sat down in the leather chair behind his desk. He was still laughing. “You deserved it, Kieran.”

“Excuse me?”

“You deserved it. The way you have been treating that woman. Frankly, I was honored she involved me. If she had asked me to do worse, I would have considered it.”

“You are my best friend.” I reminded him.

“I am. And I love you. But you are not in the right on this

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one, Kieran, and pretending otherwise is going to make me pour the next drink myself.”

I stared at him.

I picked up the glass. I drank from it. The whiskey burned the way good whiskey burned. I sat down in the chair across from his desk.

“How did you know it was drugged?” He inquired.

I set my glass down on the edge of the desk.

“I saw you guys talking and I could guess what she was planning.”

He lifted his eyebrows out of surprise. “And what was she planning?”

“Sophie. She wanted me to sleep with Sophie. The whole thing was an ambush.”

Trevor whistled. “That is impressive. Your wolf really is amazing.”

“It would have worked,” I said, “if I had touched Sophie.”

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He nodded his head briefly. “You should have slept with Sophie, you know. By the way.”

I blinked, disgust already shooting through me. “What?”

He lifted his glass. “Strategically. If you wanted to sell the lie that Ethan was your son and you were a devoted family man, sleeping with Sophie at your wife’s pack celebration would have closed the loop. I am not endorsing it. I am only saying that, on the question of optics-”

I moved away from him as if he was an embodiment of the stupid idea. “I am not sleeping with Sophie. Even for the boy.”

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