Buried by My Alpha Crowned novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

“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 tinies.

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, Evelyn 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.

My eyes drifted to the bracelet on her hand. It was a sting of black crystals that seemed to glisten without any light hitting it.

There was an unnerving feeling I got as my eyes lingered on the bracelet, Niamh must have noticed my gaze and she quickly tried to turn away from my path of vision.

Despite this, I could still get a good glimpse at them. The crystals were giving off an evil aura that made my stomach churn just thinking about it.

The first time I returned home and met Niamh for the first time, I’d always felt the strange vibe. It made me uncomfortable and did nothing to get me acquainted with her presence. Now, the feeling I was getting was even worse.

Without thinking, I turned to Cyrus who was engrossed in something Olavir was saying. He turned to me as I patted his arm.

“What’s wrong?” He asked curiously.

I stealthily pointed at Niamh’s bracelet. Cyrus‘ eyes narrowed down on it for a while, his face creasing as seconds passed by.

He’d felt it too. With a nod, he walked over to Niamh who still looked miffed at being threatened by Merhold.”

“Hello, Aunt Niamh.” He greeted.

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Chapter 107

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