RISE OF THE WARRIOR QUEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-2

Silver tilted his head. “Questions about what?”

“About why you’re really here,” Gareth said simply. “And what you want.”

Silver chuckled softly, the sound low and not at all nervous. “You think I planned to get nearly killed and dumped in the middle of nowhere with no memory just to infiltrate your territory?”

“You’re not funny,” Gareth snapped.

“Wasn’t trying to be,” Silver shot back, then looked at me. “Is he always this charming?”

I swallowed hard, glancing between them. The tension was thick enough to choke on. I could feel Gareth’s possessiveness burning behind every word—even if he didn’t realize it himself. And I could feel Silver pushing, just enough to get under his skin.

“I think we’re done here,” I said finally, stepping back. “Dr. Grayson, is he cleared medically?”

The doctor looked between all three of us like he wished he could disappear. “Uh… yes. His vitals are good. Stitches are clean. He’ll need to take it easy for a few days, but he’s fine to move to a guesthouse or wherever you decide.”

“Great,” I said, turning to Gareth. “Can you give him the paper now? Alpha Sir?”

Gareth was quiet. Then he slowly walked forward with the papers. He didn’t hand them over, not right away. Instead, he held them just out of Silver’s reach.

“Where were you before this?” he asked.

Silver raised both brows. “Seriously, dude?”

“Answer the question,” Gareth said through clenched teeth.

Silver gave him a long, steady look. Then sighed. “I don't know. I don't remember anything, remember? Not even my own name."

“And you think I'm buying that? The whole ' I can't remember anything' crap?” Gareth asked with a raised brow.

“Look, Alpha Gareth,” Silver said casually. “I have no idea what happened, or who did it for that matter. But whatever it was, I know I wasn't meant to survive it.”

Gareth studied him, like he was trying to see through him. I knew that look well. He didn’t trust Silver. And maybe he had his reasons.

But right now, he just looked like a jealous, insensitive i***t.

The air in the room was heavy. So heavy, it felt like I was trying to breathe underwater. Everywhere was filled with tension—Gareth’s anger, Silver’s confusion, and my own boiling frustration. My chest felt tight, my fists clenched at my sides, and I tried to keep my voice calm—even though everything inside me was screaming.

Silver sighed, his eyes never leaving Gareth. “Don’t worry, Alpha,” he said. “As soon as I'm fully recovered, I’ll be out of your hair. With or without my memory.”

His tone was calm, but I caught the edge beneath it. He was tired. Tired of being talked to like he was a problem. Tired of the suspicion, of being treated like some kind of stray dog we picked up off the road.

And I didn't blame him. I would be too if I were in his shoes.

Gareth scoffed. “And where exactly do you plan on staying until then? Because my pack house isn’t open to strangers—or potential threats.”

That was Gareth. Sharp words. Cold eyes. Always on edge.

I swear I have no idea what Laura sees in him. Or what he sees in her, for that matter.

I stepped in before Silver could respond. My voice was calm, but I made sure it was firm enough that Gareth would understand I wasn’t asking for his opinion.

“You don’t need to worry about that, Gareth. I already have it figured out.”

I turned toward Silver. “He’ll be staying at my house. I'm sure my parents won't mind.”

There was a pause—just half a second—but it felt like the room had frozen.

Then Gareth’s voice cracked through it like thunder. “Are you out of your damn mind?! That’s not happening!"

I faced him, my brows pulling together. “Why not?”