The Secret of the Alpha

place, not in her mother's stories or in the servants' conversations. And yet, this was where the mysterious invitation was leading her. Each step echoed heavily, like a remin

she held, she could make out names carved into the stone, generations of the Lemaire family resting here in eternal silence. But that wasn't wha

and supplication, while her hands seemed to want to push back a shadow. This shadow was Victor. His silhouette dominated the scene, his intense and almost bestial gaze fixed on her. The play of

poken about it? And above all, why did Victor seem as much a protector as a threat in this representat

ingers could touch the canvas, a dull sound echoed through the crypt. A sound that had nothing to do with the creak

g the crypt into complete darkness. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, but the anxiety rising within

t he only had to wait for her to make a move. She held her breath, feeling each beat of her heart reson

er footsteps echoed violently on the ground, but she didn't stop. Behind her, the sound of footsteps

te effort, she managed to push it open, the cold air outside hitting her like a welcome slap. Once outside, she turned

g. Her mother and Victor shared a bond far deeper than she had ever imagined. And this place, this crypt,

nd, she felt a new resolve form within her. She had to find out t