ALPHA'S ENDLESS REGRET: After The Barren Luna's Leave novel Chapter 110

"Sorry." I wiped some stray tears out of my eyes.

Merhold got on one knee before me, his eyes holding a conviction I’d never quite seen on him before.

"We’ll find a solution to this. I give you my word."

I nodded, letting him give my hand a light squeeze. It felt good to know that I had my brothers’ unwavering support and comfort in such troubling times.

They were still doing their best to make me smile when the sound of approaching footsteps made them turn. It sounded like heels clanking against the floor.

I peeked my head just in time to see Aunt Niamh approaching us. And here I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.

She had a look of concern on her as she stopped before us. "Oh, Giselle darling. I heard about what happened. Are you hurt? Please tell me that you’re okay."

I remained silent, sizing her up and trying to decode her motives. As slick as Aunt Niamh liked to think she was, we all knew the deafening truth.

"But it wouldn’t be a surprise if they’d put a scratch on you or two. There’s no way you’d have stood a chance against those wolves." She shook her head.

On the surface, she probably thought she was acting all concerned about my health but I knew what she was really getting at.

"She’s fine, Niamh." Greyven said in a clipped tone.

Niamh pretended to nod her head thoughtfully. "If only you had a wolf, none of this would have happened."

There it was.

She’d come here to mock me about not having a wolf and it wasn’t like she was trying to hide it either. That bitch. I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off her make-up caked face.

"You know," I started, "All that time you spend playing cards with men who are half your age could be put into your daughter. Maybe she might have turned out half decent."

This got her mask to drop. She looked like she was fuming now. Her face reddened with a rage that made her look like a prune. I wanted to laugh.

"Those without a wolf don’t deserve to possess any of our properties. You’d do well to watch your tongue when you speak to me." She glared at me in disdain.

"Another word from you Niamh and you’ll regret every coming here." Merhold’s cold tone was enough to shut her up.

"I’ve been good." He nodded, before pointing at her bracelet.

"Where did you get this?"

As soon as he asked that, her facial expression tensed. I knew it.

All attention was now on Niamh who looked like a deer caught in headlight. She was stuttering as she tried to find the words to give Cyrus about why she had on such an ominous looking bracelet.

"Where did you get this, Niamh?" Cyrus repeated, his tone less friendly than it had been before.

"Cyrene. Cyrene gave it to me. There’s nothing wrong in that." Aunt Niamh put a hand over the bracelet protectively.

She looked uneasy as she stared at each and every one of us in the room. Given the chance, I was sure she’d bolt right out of here without a word. It didn’t look like any of my brothers would give her that chance though.

"How did Cyrene get this?" Greyven stepped forward. He pushed her hand away and examined the bracelet curiously.

"She got this with her own scholarship." Niamh answered confidently.