The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: 020: A wolf In Sheep Clothing

~ ROSELLE ~

I’ve never been this dumbstruck in my life. I don’t know why she’s trying to convince me to leave while also trying to help me at the same time.

Ronan doesn’t seem like a bad person. He’s gentle. He’s...

Hell, I’ve never been standing at a crossroads like this before, where the rumored deadly Alpha turns out to be nice to me. The entire world paints him as a vicious monster, yet he’s been nothing but soft and patient around me.

I might have convinced myself earlier that he wouldn’t want a dumb mute like me, but he stood up for me when his pack members tried to attack me, he commanded them to apologize. He carried me back to the room. He...

I blink slowly, staring right at Mara. Her offer rings in my ears. It’s everything I wanted this morning, money, transportation, a safe house, a way out.

But why would she help me? Why is she trying to offer me an escape?

It’s suspicious. I know I didn’t think much of it earlier because of my own insecurities, but now it’s dawning on me that I need to think beyond my feelings.

"Why?" I sign. "Why would you help me?"

She leans forward in her chair.

"Because I’ve been in this pack longer than you have," she says. "And like I told you earlier, I know what happens here. I know what happens to the women Ronan brings into this place."

Her expression hardens. "I’m not your enemy, Roselle. I know it looks that way, but I’m the only person in this building who’s telling you the truth."

I stare at her for a minute, a habit I’ve developed from trying to study people. The sincerity in her eyes tells me she’s speaking the truth...

"Don’t let his sweetness get into your head. You saw it earlier, he doesn’t want me anywhere near you. That’s because he’s trying to conceal the truth from you. He’s trying to keep me away so you can fall into their system. So you can feel welcome."

She pauses before continuing.

"I’m not saying he isn’t capable of kindness." She leans forward slightly. "I’m saying I’ve seen this before. I’ve watched him do it before. Every single bride he brought here, every one of them, he was kind to."

Her gaze locks onto mine. "Do you understand what I’m telling you?"

I nod, the answer I’ve been looking for finally falling into place, the last piece of the puzzle clicking together. He’s a sadistic monster wearing the face of a kind man.

"Should I start with the flowers?" she continues. "He sent one of them flowers every morning for three weeks. Had them picked fresh from the east garden before she woke up. She used to tell me she’d never felt so seen in her life."

She pauses. "And then, just when she finally felt like she belonged, like she was loved, she was dead four months later."

A chill runs down my spine, ice flooding through my veins until my entire body freezes. My eyes widen.

"The second?" she continues. "He built her a library. Stocked the room with books, had an entire wing redesigned, shelves stretching from floor to ceiling, a reading chair imported from three territories away, her name carved into the doorframe."

She holds my gaze.

"He spent six weeks on it, and she didn’t live long enough to see it finished."

My hands lie very still in my lap, though they’re trembling with fear.

"The one before that loved music," she continues, her eyes narrowing on mine. "He had a grand piano brought in on the backs of four vehicles. Hired the best instructor in the territory to teach her. Threw a dinner in her honor and invited every senior pack member to attend."

Mara tilts her head.

"She collapsed at the dinner table. Her death was recorded as natural. No trace of poison or any other cause was ever found."

I look toward the window, searching for some kind of escape from the horror story unfolding in front of me.

I can’t say a word..Even when I try to form one, nothing comes out. My throat feels tight. My chest feels heavy. Instead, all I can hear is the frantic pounding of my heart, hammering so hard it feels like the entire room is closing in around me.

"He’s doing what he always does," Mara says. "Pretending he can take care of everything. Fixing problems. Making people feel comfortable, safe, and looked after. And he does it beautifully. Nobody does it better, I’ll give him that."

She pauses, her expression turning grim.

She crosses to the door. Pauses with her hand on the frame.

"Don’t mistake his kindness for safety," she says without turning around. "He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s been doing it for years, and what makes you think he’s going to change all of a second? Think about this"

Then she opens the door and leaves, pulling it shut behind her with a quiet click that sounds impossibly loud in the silence she leaves behind.

The moment she leaves, my heart rate spikes. For several long seconds, I just sit there staring at the closed door, listening to the echo of her words bouncing around inside my head.

They’re all in the ground.

My hands move before I can think better of it. I snatch up the folded paper, my fingers trembling so badly I nearly drop it, and fear grips me tight as I stare at the address written across it.

An escape route. A way out.

My pulse pounds harder as I fold the paper again, smaller this time, and slide it beneath the fabric of my dress, hiding it where nobody will think to look.

This alone gives me hope, hope that I can get away from this pack and disappear somewhere far from here, even if I have no idea what awaits me in the place I’m planning to run to.

But running blindly gets people caught. If I’m going to escape, I need to know this place first. I need to know the pack, the routines, the guards, and the exits. I need to know where everything is before I make a move.

I need a plan. A few minutes later, the bedroom door opens, and my entire body locks up.

Ronan steps inside. The sight of him turns the blood in my veins to ice, and my face immediately goes pale.

Just moments ago, I would have felt relief seeing him, maybe even a bit comfort.

Now all I can see are flowers, a library, and a grand piano, and fucking worse six dead women.

A scream climbs into my throat, but I swallow it down before it can escape.