All Chapters of Prince Alpha's Rejected Maid: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The airconditioner’s compressor hissed and gurgled in the silence. Only laboratories used air conditioning in cold places, or hospitals. The furnace, a fake one, entombed in the wall completed the room with its 2-D fire flames. Blood in glass tubes survived this way, blood alone. Wolves were made to withstand harsh lower temperatures than most would believe. There was a history lesson there somewhere, the origins of all their species Ancients had predicted long before it happened. At least, that’s the watered down version of story all of them were told. But not him, no. His father, and his father’s father before him had sacrificed about everything to realize this truth. Truth like a noun, not a verb. Because this truth didn’t change or alter to the fickleness of time. It only changed people who came to know it. He was one fine example of it. He closed his eyes, shut the cyro tank and went to sleep at ten degree celsius. His eyes saw double the way he focused hard on the blue rhythmic

“Yes. I am aware. Tell them the truth about Ian, not Beatrice.” His eyes dared anyone in the room to question. No one did. Besides, Rhys was relieved they had narrowed down their search. Too many options led to chaos. And when it came to missing people, there were never correct ways to do things. Noah trusted his hunches. So they would too.He left them to their jobs. Mikhail was already on his way to track down every person who had come in contact with her to the ends of the earth.Vanessa quietly followed him. For once, she went unsuspected. “Are you serious about Ian? You are going to tell others he was taken from your house?” He kept on walking. Across the room to the foyer, turning left to the gardens. His back tensed at her nearness but he didn’t speak until they reached his car. The same silver McLaren who had shared the stalking tendency of its owner.“Yes. Because they are going to tell them he was taken from outside the orphanage. This place stays away from prying eyes.” Sh

“What deos she have?” He audibly swallowed before answering.“Parvovirus. The human form is mostly immune.” It was a very common disease, Canine Parvovirus. And well known among population. It only became deadly with other factors in it, like some auto-immune disease. So far, no medical facility can hypothesize just which auto-immune disease made the recovery difficult. Not only Beatrice was dying, she also didn’t know what was killing her. “And she is on tight schedule of medicines?” She didn’t want to talk about it anymore than he did. If they kept talking though, she hoped she could share the burden of guilt. “Yes. She can survive though. She had before. I am scared for her, Vanessa. I know where she could be, and not being able to do anythign about it makes me frustrated. I am afraif I’ll slip up.” So it wasn’t just compulsive need to let his plans play out perfectly, Noah was rightfully scared of making a mistake. She clutched his forearm throughout the drive. There weren’t eno

The chair dug in her shoulder blades, its high end cushion worn off tattering to the sides. Vanessa hardly had a second to draw in another breath before she was slammed on it. Her already tied legs would shift her body forward or backward, not sideways, and make her lose her equilibrium. She focused on the physical consequences because the mental one was a rabbit hole. Mikhail had picked her up like a gurney, tied her legs in the process, carried her oin his shoudlers to a room thatwas looking a lot like basement. She curedherself in all languages she knew. She had, foolishly, admitted the writing on the note was hers. She had neevr written it though. If she had, she didn’t remember. But how do you convince someone who was already on edge of your innocence when everyone in the room had better priorities? Like finfing Ian. Beatrice. Her priority aligned with theirs. Thats why she had pleaded and put ehr case forward in the most polite, panic-less way she knew how. It had gotten her he

“You see. Before you arrived, all the ploys were political. I saw them coming miles away. Of course, it helps that my father has connections. Turns out, your father and mine have worked together. Occasionally. As much as a good posturing leader and a conniving opportunist can. I don’t hold either at a pedestal. What troubles me is, shortly after your presence. Things happened. I can’t explain them. No one has attacked us inside our territory before. Desmond’s known for his heavy hand, especially to people who betray him. Your father’s doing well. Breathing, walking like he did not just whisper all Desmonds’ secrets to us.. Most important. I have never made enemies, and I won’t, the type who’d wake up one day and think of harming someone I love to get back at me. Can you see where I am going with this?” Every syllable hurt him. He didn’t want to have to choose. But the smock thickened until everyone on this side of the battle was blinded with their need to protect what was theirs. Van