Chapter 27 What is he hiding?

At that moment, footsteps approached from outside the room, prompting me to quickly close the drawer. Just as I finished concealing the file bag, AlphaDevon appeared outside the door.

"Did you get the wine?" he asked.

"Yes," I held the bottle and replied, "I was just about to open it."

"The wine glasses are in the kitchen. Get some ice cubes and mint while you're at it," he said as he entered the room.

I passed him with the bottle, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Aren't you coming with me?" I asked tentatively.

"I forgot there are still some documents to be processed," he explained, closing the door behind him. "If you're tired, go to bed first. When I'm working, I lose track of time."

"But the doctor advised you to rest," I reminded him. "Maybe these tasks can wait until tomorrow."

"I never leave the work of the day until tomorrow." With that, he closed the door, leaving me unsettled

. Would he discover that I touched his drawer while delivering the wine? I stared at the light under the door, feeling guilty and anxious.

As I poured vodka into the glass, I added the ice cubes and a mint leaf as he requested. I hesitated whether to take it directly to him or wait for him in the study.

In the end, my guilt led me to check if he noticed that I touched his drawer under the guise of delivering the wine. I knocked on the library door, holding the tray with the glass. After about 2 minutes, I heard his voice from inside, allowing me to enter.

"Come in."

I pushed the door open and walked in. AlphaDevon was engrossed in the files on his desk and didn't even look up at me.

"Here's your wine, master." I gently placed the glass in the corner of his desk, keeping it away from his elbow to avoid any accidental spills.

"You can go to bed," AlphaDevon said, still focused on his work. "Don't wait for me. I'll be working late!"

"Yes, master," I responded, leaving the room with the tray. As I closed the door behind me, my uneasy heart finally began to relax.

Luckily, he didn't notice that I moved the drawer of the bookcase, which means I still have a chance to look through the files inside. However, I knew I needed to wait for the right moment to do so.

Instead of going straight back to the bedroom to sleep, I decided to sit in the living room because the thoughts of the file were keeping me awake. The red, eye-catching title on the document lingered in my mind, and my intuition strongly suggested that the secret about the crescent pack's rebellion might be revealed in that file.

Yes, the answers I sought must be in that document.

While contemplating the file, I heard the door of the study open, and AlphaDevon appeared in the living room, looking surprised to see me.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked.

"I can't sleep," I whispered, "so I'm waiting for you."

"You're being disobedient again." Though he scolded me, he came over and embraced me. He held me in his arms, and we both sat on the sofa, his head resting gently on my shoulder. I noticed his breathing becoming a bit heavier.

"Is work bothering you?" I asked softly.

"So many things to deal with," he replied, "You wouldn't believe that being an Alpha comes with more challenges than managing a woman's hair."

"Do you need rest, Master?"

"I could use a drink," he said, lifting his head from my shoulder. "Would you like to join me?"

"Why not?" I smiled and got up to fetch the wine.

Maybe I can use this opportunity to ask him about the crescent pack while he's a bit drunk.

I poured two glasses of whisky, intentionally telling him some jokes to keep him engaged and drinking more. He seemed curious about my childhood, so I shared some interesting stories that made him smile. I noticed a hint of yearning and envy for a carefree childhood hidden in his smile.

"What about you?" I asked with a touch of concern, "What interesting games did you play with your friends when you were young?"

He pondered for a moment and then replied, "I almost forgot everything that happened in my childhood."

"Why?" I inquired, "I believe childhood memories are some of the best in one's life."

"Not for me," he responded solemnly, "In my memory, I spent almost all of my childhood in a training school. My father wanted me to become a powerful werewolf, so he started my Alpha education when I was only 7. He hired the best tutors to train me, and I wasn't even allowed to go home privately to avoid any distractions."

"Was it tough for you?" I expressed genuine concern, as I hadn't expected his childhood to be like this, which made me feel sympathetic towards him.

"It was painful at first," he admitted, his grip tightening on his glass as he spoke in a low tone. "But once I got used to it, I believed my father was right. Now I am the Alpha, and my pack is the most powerful among wolves. I have everything I ever wanted, and I haven't disappointed my father's expectations."

I didn't know how to respond to his confession. It seemed like this path was almost inevitable for every Alpha. My father once told me that the road of the strong is often a lonely one.

Father...

My heart suddenly ached as memories suppressed deep within resurfaced at an inappropriate time, disrupting my thoughts. I couldn't help but recall my lost pack, the moments of my father shouting at the guards, claiming he was framed.

"Our Alpha didn't defect," those were the last words my father said to me.

The document about the rebellion of the crescent pack hidden in the study drawer flashed in my mind. So, in one breath, I downed the wine in my cup. The burning sensation that surged through my throat to my stomach seemed to infuse me with courage.

"Do you know anything about the rebellion of the crescent pack?" I mustered the courage to finally ask him this question.

"What?" We had already finished a bottle of vodka, and he was now showing signs of intoxication. His emerald eyes appeared veiled by mist, making them deeper and more captivating.

"The crescent pack?" He pretended to ponder, and just as I thought he might reveal something, his green eyes sharpened, as though a piercing icicle had pierced through the mist.

"Can't you let go of the crescent pack?" His tone remained calm but menacing.

"Is this why you waited for me?" He exposed my ploy. "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know if my Alpha betrayed the king." Since he saw through my intentions, let's confront him directly.

"I believe that every werewolf has seen the trial announcement about the rebellion of the crescent pack," he looked at me intently. "You saw it too, didn't you?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Did you notice the last stamp on the announcement?" he asked. "Do you remember what was written there?"

"It's a seal from the royal family and the king's autograph," my voice faltered involuntarily.

"Then don't question the king's decision," he stood up and looked down at me. "No one can challenge the highest authority."

"You still haven't answered my question. Do you know anything about the rebellion of the crescent pack?" I refused to give up on seeking answers, even if it meant facing his wrath.

"No," he said firmly, "I know nothing about it. This is the last time I will entertain your inquiries."

He was lying to me, and he knew it. There must be a secret in that document that Judge Red Beard mentioned.

"Tomorrow, I'll have a collar made for you," he spoke coldly, "so that everyone will know you belong to the Galaxy pack!"

A chill ran down my spine, and I felt as though I had fallen into a vast net of intrigue.