Classic Novel
Chapter 468
Hannah
"I just can't believe it... So they were working together all along, with your father at the helm, no less."
I paced the living room as I spoke, running my hands nervously through my hair. Each stroke seemed to pull out more tiny hairs, but if I went bald, then I didn't care right now. All I cared about was protecting my daughter Melody was in her playpen, playing with a pile of blocks and gurgling softly, while Noah was sitting on the armchair nearby. Now, more than ever, I was glad our daughter was too young to know what was going on right now. But how could I one day break the news to her that her own grandfather had attempted to kill her? That he'd not only attempted to kill her, but to keep her from ever being conceived to begin with?
"You're sure that Zoe's story lines up?" I asked, turning to Noah. I'd already asked him this same question a million times tonight, as if he would suddenly admit that it was all just a practical joke and that I had nothing to worry about.
But just as he had all those times before, Noah nodded and pursed his lips. "Yes," he said solemnly. "It's true. Zoe told me everything."
I cursed under my breath and began pacing again, my steps even quicker now.
Earlier that day, while I had been interrogating Alvin at the prison, Noah had been performing his own interrogation. He'd made a visit to Zoe.
Of course, Miss Zoe wasn't quite as keen on sharing her plot with Marcus as Alvin had been. But after some convincing and some well-deserved threats, she finally spilled everything.
She told him that Marcus had approached her before our wedding all those years ago. He knew about her obsession with Noah and he was the one who'd given her the idea to cut our mate bond and alter Noah's mind. Scopolamine.
That was the poison she'd used to alter Noah's memories. It had worked like a charm, carefully carving the memories of me out of Noah's head. It hadn't been some 'ancient potion' like we'd thought, but rather a simple drug slipped into some fragrant tea.
And why did she do it, you might ask? Because Marcus had promised her something. Something huge. Something that she wanted more than anything else in the world.
If she kept us apart, then Noah would be hers. Not just Noah, but all of Nightcrest. Their child would be
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Marcus didn't care if Noah died in the end. So long as their kid became the Alpha of Nightcrest.
Or Adam, if they didn't manage to have a baby of their own. It was as if Adam was some sort of...
Backup.
I shuddered at the thought. "Why did he want your kid with Zoe to become the Alpha of Nightcrest so badly?" I whispered. "Why not just let us have an heir?"
Noah shook his head. "I haven't got a clue," he murmured, passing a hand over his face.
He looked just as weary as I felt, which came as no surprise. Neither of us had gotten much sleep last night, between the scopolamine poisoning and our frantic preparations to keep our daughter and ourselves safe.
Speaking of safety, our house was currently surrounded by guards. No one-not even us-could get in or out without explicit permission. It felt suffocating, but also necessary.
I grit my teeth and sank down onto the couch, thinking deeply for several long moments. Neither Alvin nor Zoe seemed to have the slightest clue as to Marcus's motivations behind doing this. Not even Doctor Patel, who'd known Marcus for decades, knew why he wanted to do any of this.
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