The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: 025: Unleashing Kael

~ RONAN ~

I’m feeling uneasy. I can’t count the number of times I’ve paced around this room—it’s countless. And funny enough, the two shots of tequila I downed aren’t even fucking helping.

I’ve never felt this way before. You know when something is right in front of you, yet you can’t fucking solve the puzzle or piece it together? That’s exactly how I feel. It’s driving me insane.

She might not know it, but whoever entered her room doesn’t have good intentions. Something about this feels wrong, and I can’t shake the feeling that she’s in danger.

After questioning Liora and demanding answers as her Alpha, I can tell she’s being sincere. According to her, she waits until Dr. Elias is finished, and the pack guards can back up her story.

I know she’s telling the truth, and it’s pointless to press the matter any further. Still, that doesn’t ease the knot twisting in my gut. If Liora isn’t lying, then someone else is involved, and I don’t like what that means.

I’m beginning to piece together Kael’s reasoning. She doesn’t want me to press further whenever I ask about the person, which means she knows who it is and is, in some way, protecting them.

"Someone’s finally using his brain," Kael singsongs in his usual sassy tone.

I simply ignore him. As much as I hate to admit it, he might actually be onto something.

I don’t know her reasons for protecting whoever it is, but I fucking need her to understand that this isn’t her old pack—a place where her voice is silenced, where she’s forced to keep secrets and shield people who don’t deserve it.

I stride over to the nearest wall and slam my fist into it. The impact cracks through the room, but the pain doesn’t affect me one fucking bit.

I can tolerate her protecting someone back in Westbrook. That’s her past. But not here. Not in my fucking pack.

No one should be able to entertain the sick thought of hurting their Luna and walk away scot-free. Not under my rule, not while I’m Alpha. And if someone in my pack thinks they can threaten her, scare her into silence, or lay a hand on her without consequences, they’re about to learn just how wrong they are.

"What do you think, Kael?"

I hear him scoff. Running a hand through my hair, I almost regret asking him. I should’ve asked Nikolai instead, but he’s already digging into Roselle and Westbrook for me. The last thing I need is—

"What? I let you use your precious human brain for one whole minute and it’s already overheating?" Kael snorts. "How tragic. Should I call for help? Maybe a healer? Perhaps a funeral director?"

I grit my teeth.

"Seriously, Ronan, I step aside for sixty seconds and suddenly you’re wandering around in circles like a lost pup. It’s honestly embarrassing."

"You’re not helping."

"And yet here you are, asking for my opinion." His laugh is downright obnoxious. "Go on. Say it. ’Kael, you’re the smarter one.’ We both know it’s true."

"You know what? This is a mistake." I drag a hand down my face. "Maybe I should just ask her. Nicely, and try reasoning with her."

I pause, thinking it through.

"I mean, there’s no logical way I can spell out the word danger to her and she still refuses to tell me who it is... right?"

Kael lets out a bark of laughter. "I’m not saying a damn thing until you admit it."

I narrow my eyes. "Admit what?"

"That I’m smarter than you." His tone is unbearably smug. "Come on, Ronan. The words won’t kill you. They might hurt your ego, but let’s be honest, that thing survives on delusion anyway."

"Fuck you, Kael."

"See? Still avoiding the truth." He clicks his tongue dramatically. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

I ignore him. "For the record," Kael continues, clearly enjoying himself, "your brilliant plan is to politely ask the woman who’s been dodging your questions all day and hope she suddenly develops a passion for honesty? That’s your strategy?"

"Shut up."

"No, no. Please continue. I love watching disasters unfold in real time."

I shake my head as I step out of my room, slamming the door shut behind me and heading back toward hers. It’s still early in the night. She might already be asleep. Or worse—

If she’s asleep, then I’ll just have to watch over her until morning, I’m not risking it.

"Yeah, you have to," Kael chimes in, sounding far too excited.

I frown. "I thought you said you weren’t saying another word."

"I did." He pauses. "But then you mentioned my favorite activity."

I already know where this is going. "Watching over Roselle?"

"Stalking Roselle," he corrects cheerfully.

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