Chapter 139: The Ghosthound Queen
Lorraine’s POV
I stood frozen.
Kieran’s mother, thhe Alpha Queen.... a Ghosthound?
The words rang in my ears like a siren, sharp and disorienting. I turned to Astrid Voss, expecting her to say she was joking, to take it back, to say it was a figure of speech or some tactic to rile Kieran up. But her expression was hard, unwavering.
"She’s a Ghosthound," she repeated, as if the weight of it hadn’t just shattered my entire perception of the Lycan royal family. "And we need her"
Beside me, Kieran stiffened. Slowly, so slowly, he turned his head to look at her. His eyes burned, glowing a crimson red, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grinding together.
"You keep my mother out of this, Voss," he said, voice low and trembling with barely contained fury.
Astrid didn’t flinch. "She’s not just your mother anymore, Prince. She might be the only match for Aveline. You know it...."
"I said keep her out of this!" Kieran roared, the force of it making the shelves of weapons rattle behind us. Without another word, he stormed out, footsteps echoing like thunder in the silent, stunned room.
I didn’t think. I moved. I ran after him, heart pounding, but just as I reached the door, a hand clamped gently but firmly on my arm.
It was Magnus Thorn.
"Don’t," he said quietly, his expression graver than I’d ever seen it. "Leave him be, Lorraine. He needs to get his thoughts straight. Let him breathe."