Chapter 125
Chapter 125:
“So you let him near you?” Dallas snarled, his hands clenching at his sides as if restraining himself from putting a fist through the wall. “You let that filth breathe the same air as you p>
“It’s not just Elara,” I said, my voice breaking. I had to tell him everything. “He has documents, Dallas. Forged documents about my father. He claims my father signed a trade agreement with the Rogues who attacked our Pack. If I don’t do what he wants, he’ll release them. He’ll turn my father’s legacy into treason p>
The silence that followed was more terrifying than his shouting. The amber in Dallas’s eyes dimmed to a cold, abyssal black. He knew, better than anyone, what honor meant to an Alpha. To destroy a dead hero’s name was a blow that could not be parried with claws or teeth.
“What does he want?” Dallas asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
“One week,” I said, rushing to get the words out before I lost my nerve. “Victoria is dying. She has Severed Bond Syndrome. He wants me to go back to Hyde Manor and care for her. Just for a week. To show the Pack that we are still… civil p>
“No.” The word fell like a gavel.
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“Dallas, I have to — for my father. For Elara.” I reached out and placed my hand on his chest. His heart hammered against my palm, a frantic, violent rhythm. “I can handle Braydon. He promised not to touch me. I’ll stay in the guest wing p>
He grabbed my wrist — not hurting me, but holding me with a desperate, unyielding strength. “You think his promises mean anything? He is a snake, Adella. He is luring you into a trap p>
“I know it’s a trap,” I said, my voice hardening, the tears drying up. “But it’s a trap we can use p>
Dallas froze, his eyes narrowing. “Explain p>
“Braydon is arrogant. If I go back, he’ll think he’s won. He’ll drop his guard.” I stepped closer, my hand sliding up to grip his lapel. “You’ve been looking for hard evidence to strip his father of the Alpha title, haven’t you? The financial records, the proof of their Rogue dealings — they keep the physical ledgers in the Manor’s private safe. I know where it is. I can get them p>
Dallas stared at me, stunned. The rage in his eyes fractured, replaced by a dark, calculating gleam. He was looking at me no longer as a fragile thing to be protected, but as a queen offering a strategy of war.
“You want to be a Trojan Horse,” he murmured, the idea pressing hard against the limits of his protective instincts.
“I want to end them,” I corrected, my voice cold.
He nodded slowly, processing. Then his eyes sharpened.
“There’s something else,” he said. “My sources tell me Victoria Hyde has been holding onto personal items from the fire. Things that belonged to your mother p>
My heart stopped. “What? Why would she p>