The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: 093: Twisted Interpretation

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"Lycan," she repeats.

Terror seizes through me the moment the word leaves Irina’s lips. I recall every single thing Ronan told me about Lycans — how his pack hunts them, how they’re known for killing them without mercy, how they’re considered monsters, brutal and dangerous. And suddenly I’m a Lycan? It’s fucking impossible to believe.

Dad was a full-blooded Alpha of Westbrook — a royal werewolf through and through. That can’t be... I can’t be some sort of beast or some sort of monster she’s tagging me as.

"Did you make your test properly?" I ask, my voice trembling. "There could be a mistake... some sort of... You see, it’s impossible for me to be a Lycan."

Irina looks around the room again, her light blue eyes darting to the door before she leans closer toward me.

"I need you to take your time and absorb this... but the one thing you should not do is tell Ronan. He might be the Alpha, and all... but once he knows about your true nature... then definitely... he’s going to kill you. He is..."

My mind darts back to when the warriors circled the Lycan beast and clamped chains on it. I’m suddenly putting myself in that position. Is that what would happen to me too? Would I... would I be chained and dragged away like a monster?

And why is she protecting me? Isn’t she working for Ronan? I thought her first instinct would be to tell him about it. In as much as I refuse to believe what she just tagged me as... my eyes narrow into her light blue ones.

Irina holds my gaze steadily. "You don’t have to worry. Your secret is safe with me."

And then it dawns on me. She’s possibly a Lycan too. It’s only a Lycan that would want to protect a Lycan...

"You... you’re a Lycan?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nods slowly.

I raise my head from the examination table, looking at her in disbelief, breathing in disbelief. Of course... she’s a fucking Lycan. That was why I could feel this strange connection with her... was that why she fucking has red hair too?

I feel fucking bullshitted.

Irina places a gentle hand on my arm. "I know you have a lot of questions, and I’ll try to convince Ronan to give us more time alone from time to time... so I can tell you the things you have to know. But for now... Ronan is already getting worried and paranoid. He’s one second away from bursting through that door."

She stands to her feet, smoothing her lab coat. "Rest now. We’ll talk more soon."

Irina walks out of the examination room, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. The door barely closes before it opens again.

Ronan enters.

He walks straight to me, his grey eyes filled with concern as he searches my face. "Are you fine?" he asks, cupping my cheek gently.

I nod, forcing a small smile even though my mind is reeling. "I’m fine."

He studies me for a long moment, brows furrowed. "I doubt if you’re fine. You look as though you’ve seen a ghost."

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