The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 169

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I turned to Kane, my voice calm but firm. “We can manage,” I said, keeping my expression neutral, 

He ignored me entirely, his attention fixed on Grayson. 

“It’s late, and you’re clearly not in good shape,” Kane said, his tone authoritative. “I can’t allow anything to happen to you in my pack. Get in the car.” 

Grayson shifted slightly, his gaze meeting Kane’s. After a moment, he gave him a small nod. “Thanks, Alpha Kane.” 

I closed my eyes and exhaled in frustration. Grayson shouldn’t have accepted his offer. This was the last thing I wanted. 

Reluctantly, I helped Grayson toward the car, guiding him carefully. When we reached it, I opened the back door and helped him settle inside. Once he was seated, I walked around to the other side of the car. But before I could get in, Kane’s hand gripped the edge of the door, stopping me in my tracks. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion. 

I raised an eyebrow, looking at him like the answer was obvious. “Into your car?” 

His expression hardened. “Why? So you can go to the hotel and carry out whatever scheme you’ve cooked up?” 

My patience was wearing thin. How much humiliation was one person expected to endure? 

“I don’t care what you think my so–called plan is,” I said sharply. “But I don’t think I can trust you with 

him.” 

Kane let out a cold scoff, his voice dripping with mockery. “And who exactly is he to you that you suddenly don’t trust me? Your latest target after your fiancé, Axel? Oh wait–ex–fiancé, because he’s lying half–dead somewhere, isn’t he?” 

His words cut deep, delivered with an unnerving calmness–as if it were second nature for him to 

insult me. 

“Don’t talk about Axel. He’s none of your concern,” I snapped, meeting his gaze head–on. “And as you just heard, Grayson asked me to help him. So if you really want to help him, you’ll let me do my part. 

Without giving him a chance to reply, I climbed into the backseat and slammed the door shut with more force than necessary. From my seat, I caught a glimpse of him through the window, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. 

” 

He stood there for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and then walked around to the driver’s side. He slid into the seat and started the car, his movements tense but controlled. The silence that followed during the ride was suffocating–an uneasy quiet filled with unspoken tension. 

I stayed in the back with Grayson, refusing to let Kane take him alone. I wasn’t about to risk losing contact with Grayson again. As the car rolled toward the hotel, my thoughts drifted. How would Grayson remember this night? Would he think of me when he needed help again? 

An idea struck me, and a small smile tugged at my lips. I reached into my bag, pulling out a pen and a small notepad. Quickly, I scribbled down a note: 

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