Chapter 0379

Seraphina

I stare at the Lycan in disbelief.

“That’s not true. You think you know, but you don’t. You don’t know her at all. You haven’t even tried to understand her!” I defend Evelyn fiercely.

“Should I tell her?” Zachary asks Alexander. His dark eyes gleam with interest.

“We wait for Luc.” Alexander replies with a casual shrug.

My spine goes rigid instantly.

Dread floods my veins.

Of course it would be him—Lucas Adler.

He’s the one who would pull the trigger.

I still don’t get why he didn’t do it when he came to my house.

A sick knot tightens in my stomach.

My human instincts scream at me to run, to escape this uncertainty.

Damn these weak human traits.

“Just talk to her,” I beg.

Evelyn would despise being locked up, especially after five years of freedom.

“I’m not interested in what she has to say. Not now.” Alexander states coldly.

I lower my gaze.

There’s no way I can overpower these men.

Maybe once I stood a chance, but not anymore.

Arguing feels pointless.

But I have to try.

I need them to see I’m not a threat anymore.

I clear my throat.

“Why do you assume she convinced me to come back here?”

“Because she did.” A deep voice sounds behind me.

Then I feel the cold press of metal against my skull.

I shut my eyes and count, waiting.

Will I hear the shot, or will death come silently?

“Luc, lower the weapon.” Alexander commands.

The gun lifts from my head, but I don’t breathe.

He doesn’t have to obey Alexander.

Hunters work for no one unless they choose to.

He could still blow my brains out any second.

“Speak.” Alexander orders.

His crimson eyes unnerve me.

How does Athena stand them?

“About what? I told your people everything at the house.”

“Athena said Evelyn did most of the talking.” He counters.

“Because I had already told her everything. Evelyn has a way of making people listen. Especially when my life was on the line, given my past.”

“But that’s not like you, Seraphina, is it?” Luc sneers. “You always want to be heard. You always have to get the last word.”

I bite my tongue.

“Things change,” I whisper. “You’ve got this all wrong.”

“No, you have.” Luc grabs my chair and spins me to face him.

“You know what I see. I couldn’t figure her out. There’s truth in her words. She phrases things carefully. She’s built a front, a strong one, probably worked on it for years. But she has no scent.”

“Neither do I.” I snap back.

“You do,” he tilts his head, studying me.

I know what he’s doing.

I’ve seen him do it before—trying to see deeper into the soul.

I swallow hard.

Sweat beads on my hairline.

Nervousness is a new feeling for me.

I hate it more than anything.

“You smell human—sweat and all. But she has no scent. That’s why she stays with you. Your scent is weak, but it can still transfer. She needed it to rub off on her.”

“W…what? No, she had her Lycan stripped away, just like me.”

The Hunter shakes his head.

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

He smirks and shakes his head again.

“I don’t lie. You should know that by now, Seraphina.”

“No one is completely scentless.” I scoff.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He glances past me, as if waiting for confirmation.

“You passed two burnt-out cars on your way here, right?”

I nod.

“The first looked like the one you and Athena left behind.”

“The assholes in the second car had no scent. Nothing. Just like your friend in the dungeon. The problem is, they were Werewolves. It seems they’ve been given something to completely hide their scents. Just like your blonde friend.”