Chapter 7
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Nyx’s Pov
The sun was already setting when I finally mustered the courage to ask, “Do any of you know where Alpha Caspian went? Haven't seen him since morning” I approached a set of ladies folding the sheets. They paused for a second, but I caught it.
It felt like they were scared and I had my eyes on Sheila especially. She was the active maid, went round with others and almost everywhere in the house.
Right, the house. I should start from going through every corner in the house and asking questions. I still couldn't explain the look on their faces, like they were afraid to speak.
One of them, who seemed to be the youngest, quickly lowered her head. “The Alpha doesn’t tell us anything. We’re not allowed to answer such questions too.”
The other two nodded. “We don’t think we are the right people for you to ask, Milady,” one said quietly.
Their voices were flat, like they were used to speaking that way. Like they had learned to silence curiosity for their own survival.
I studied them for a moment. These weren’t just loyal pack members, they were afraid of him. Not just because he's the Alpha, but him.
I kept my gaze on them, not flinching. Caspian had not once shown a sign of shifting. No wolf or perfect growl like the first time we met.
Could it be? Is his wolf dormant?
The thought circled my mind like smoke, wrapping itself around every moment I had shared with him. His distant expressions, and the calm aggression, the silence that followed him like a shadow. It made sense. A dormant wolf. But I didn’t know much about it.
I needed to.
“Is there a study in the house?” I asked.
Sheila stepped forward. “Yes, Milady. Would you like me to show you?”
“Yes, please. Thank you.”
The path to the study was longer than I thought. Two hallways and a staircase. It was hidden, like a secret. When Sheila pushed the door open, the smell of old pages, aged wood, and all things forgotten filled the air.
The study was… massive. Bookshelves stretched from floor to ceiling. Dust was all over each and every one of them like a second skin. I unlocked the large window and let the sunlight pour across the faded carpet. In the corner stood a grand desk, and on the walls were paintings.
My breath caught in my throat as I recognized one.
‘Monroe Letour, 1885. A city shredding its love and unity.’
I walked up to it, studying the cracks on the canvas, the worn frame. It was one of the most celebrated pieces of that century. I had only ever read about it. This must be the original. And Caspian had it.
He must have admired Letour’s work. But he didn't give it away; he was into painting. I wandered the shelves, my fingertips brushing faded titles. I scanned for anything about wolves, Lycans, dormant wolves but the books were mostly history, war, politics, art… not what I needed. Still, I stayed till hours passed.
“Milady” Sheila called softly from the doorway. “Would you like lunch? Or anything else? You have been in there for hours.”
I shook my head. “No, thank you. But could you have the study cleaned? Properly? I might come back here often.”
She nodded. “Of course, Milady.”
By sunset, I was still empty handed. Not one clue on dormant wolves or Caspian’s condition. I rubbed my forehead and leaned against the desk. Where was I supposed to begin? How do I fix something I can’t even name?
With the light fading, I stepped out into the hall and found Edmund walking by with a tray.
“Edmund,” I called. “Do you have a phone I can use?”
He gave a nod and pulled one from his coat pocket. “Certainly, Milady.”
“Can you press Caspian’s contact?” I asked.
He did. I took the phone, stepped aside, and pressed it to my ear. Every ring went straight to voicemail, of course.
I stared at the screen for a second before handing it back. “Thanks. I’m just going to sleep.”
“Very well, Milady.”
I walked slowly to my room. The silence in this place was almost too loud. Everything here seemed too beautiful, too calm… while inside, I was hoping he was fine. He was gone since daybreak, and it was sunset yet he had not showed up.
I totally gave up.
“Why should I care?” I mumbled, and spread the sheets properly. I adjusted the pillows and gently placed my head on it.
My stomach grumbled, I had only one sandwich for breakfast. I stepped out, and took a bite of the pasta I found in the kitchen's bowl. Freshly cooked, and hot.
Edmund walked in, staring.
“Umm… I just needed something to eat and I found this pasta. So I'm fine.”
He smiled and added a little bit more to my empty plate. “The grains are really good for your health. You might want to take more.”
I froze. “Did you just say grains?” I asked, dropping the spoon in my hands.
“Yeah, grains. They are…”
“Oh goddess!” I muttered in fear.
Edmund stared at me, concerned. “Is everything okay,
Milady?”
“I'm allergic to grains!” I said, my eyes suddenly flushed red. “Water….I need water.” I uttered, my voice slowly fading as I fell into Edmund’s hands.
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