The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 51

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 51**

**Bella**

The journey back felt eerily silent, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. I nestled sideways across Scott’s lap in the backseat, his arm wrapped around me like a fortress, shielding me from the world outside. A part of me should have been seething with anger. After all, he had sent that excruciating video from my phone without so much as a word of consent. Yet, in that moment, the fire of my rage flickered and dimmed. I couldn’t quite grasp how or why, but Scott had this uncanny ability to rescue me time and time again. My mind raced with questions: How had he even known to come here? Was he invited too? Why hadn’t he mentioned it earlier?

“Why didn’t you tell me you were invited to Isla’s party?” I managed to choke out between my sobs, my voice trembling with confusion and hurt.

He pulled me closer, enveloping me in his warmth. “I didn’t know you were going. Honestly, I had no plans to attend, but when Nancy mentioned it, I felt I had to come.”

The realization that he had inquired about me wrapped around my heart like a comforting blanket. It felt strangely reassuring. In his embrace, I found solace, a sanctuary against the storm of emotions raging inside me. My head instinctively found its place on his shoulder, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. I was aware that my tears were likely soaking his shirt, but he didn’t flinch or pull away.

“Cry all you want, baby,” he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm. “But save your tears for me.”

His words only seemed to deepen my sorrow. I couldn’t help but think how ridiculous I was, a veritable crybaby. I promised myself I would confront him about the video—when he had taken it, and the reason behind his decision to use it. But then, a wave of realization washed over me: it wouldn’t change a thing. The damage had already been done long before tonight. He hadn’t caused the fracture in my family; he had merely stripped away the delicate ribbon that masked a broken box. It was a task I had never been able to face.

As we arrived at the villa, he held on to me tightly, refusing to let go. His fingers intertwined with mine, and he led me directly to my room. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us off from the outside world, and he guided me gently down onto the bed, as if I were made of fragile glass, trusting only his hands to support me. As I settled onto the bed, I felt a surge of gratitude. “Thank you, Scott,” I murmured, my voice still thick with emotion. “I—”

Then, in a moment that felt surreal, Scott Moore—the master of boardrooms and the disruptor of my peace—sank to his knees before me.

“Hey,” he said softly, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “I’m sorry. I never meant to put you in that position.”

I shook my head, trying to dismiss his apology. “No, you didn’t,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, weary and small. “Maya already had it all planned out. She and Craig set the trap, and I walked right into it.”

He let out a heavy breath, his expression darkening. “I hated seeing you like that.”

I gazed past him at the closed door, half-expecting the remnants of the party to seep through. “I left that house five years ago to protect their wealth. I never leaked that video because I didn’t want to see their honor destroyed.” My throat constricted painfully. “And now, it’s in tatters anyway. They’ll only drift further away from me.”

“When were they ever truly with you?” he asked gently, his voice laced with concern. “A father should stand as a shield between his daughter and the harshness of the world. Yours stood between you and your very life. They wanted your inheritance, not your love.” His hand moved to cradle the back of my head, his touch both tender and firm. “Now that your father knows about our marriage, he’ll try to exploit that too.”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips, devoid of humor. “After tonight, I have no intentions of ‘going back’ anywhere. I’ll see Grandma, and that’s it.”

His gaze softened, a flicker of approval shining through. “Good.”

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