The Secret of the Alpha

worldly, frozen in some kind of impenetrable mystery, and the east wing was perhaps the most enigmatic. Ever since she was a child, Elodie had heard the servants whisper abou

it was a visceral need to uncover the secrets that had suffocated her for years. The east wing seemed deserted, the air was heavier, as if the dust itself clung to

rom the other side of the door. Heart pounding, she placed her hand gently on the handle, hoping the lock was just a trick. But the door refused to budge. Frus

s binding worn, looked as if it had been handled recently. She reached out and pulled it from its place. Beneath the faded cover, it was

tours of her memories. This was not a simple diary; it was filled with symbols, strange, almost esoteric annotations, and, above all, repeat

ision seems calculated, as if we are all playi

iver down his spine. *"He promised me the secret would stay buri

closed the journal, she felt a resolve rise within her. Her mother had wanted to protect

e she read raised more questions than it answered. But she couldn't just stay silent. Not this

he was there, in his office, as always. The door was ajar, and the dim glow of the lamp

ed to

n, but his expression hardened almost i

nal as if it were irrefutable evidence. "What is this? Why a

in his mask. A flash of recognition passed through his eyes, follow

my mother wrote about you as if you were both her savio

ering over the room. "You s

. So now expl

ced a tension in his jaw. "Your mother... was a compl

ppened. She was writing about you, Victor. She said you were hi

u do things you can't understand, Elodie. Everything your mother did, sh

sed to take yo

. "Because if you keep digging, you risk unea

at icy facade, she could sense an inner struggle. There was something

g on her heel. "You can't stop me f

confrontation was only the beginning. The answers she sought might be clo