<h4>Chapter 494: 494-Back To My Crush’s Room</h4>


    <strong>Fauna:</strong>


    "Do you not think that is too much? I think we should stop," my mother whispered.


    A loud smacking sound followed, and my hands flew to my ears as I covered them. I closed my eyes, tears spilling down my cheeks.


    "Do not ever question my methods again," my father warned in a harsh tone.


    "I am just saying," she tried to speak again, but I heard her grunt, and I could only think he was choking her. I wanted to go inside, but I knew that would make things worse. Then I heard my mother gasp for air, as if he had finally let her go.


    "Anyway, what should we do about this headmaster and his son? They are probably here asking about Nook because they want information about Clementine. Good thing Nook is not dead and Clementine is not with him. She is probably even—"


    My father stopped talking suddenly. I moved closer and ced my ear against the door. When I heard footsteps rushing toward it, fear ran through me and I stepped back.


    My bracelet got caught on one of the wall decorations, and I pulled my hand back sharply.


    Before the door could open, I hurried away and hid behind one of therge walls. I saw my father step out and look around.


    "Somebody was here," my father muttered to my mother.


    I did not wait to see if my father woulde out. I rushed down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I began pacing anxiously.


    I wanted to go out and tell someone, but I was afraid. I thought that the moment I opened my door, my father would be outside, so I waited for two hours.


    During those two hours, I walked around my room, still in the same gown. I had not even changed.


    Finally, I felt like it was safe to leave. I could have told my sister, but I did not want to drag her into this. Sending her messages or talking to her at night would draw attention. I did not want to involve her anymore. This was rted to the alphas, and they needed to know.


    "Or is this just an excuse to go see Haiden?" my wolf muttered, still upset about the earlier insult.


    "It is okay. He is just angry. You see, Father ys many games," I replied, making excuses for him again.


    "Fauna, I care for him just as you do, but let us not lose our dignity," my wolf urged. I nodded.


    "Do not worry, I know what I am doing," I said. Then I walked out of the room and made my way down therge hallway to Haiden’s bedroom.


    Once I reached his door, I took a deep breath and knocked softly. My knock was so light that I worried he might not hear it. When I knocked a second time, the door opened. The moment he saw me, a desperate look crossed his face.


    "Actually, I wanted to—" I began, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.


    He did it so roughly that I could not react right away. Once I was in the room, he pushed me back against the wall and ced his hand beside my head. I flinched and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around myself in fear.


    "What is wrong with you?" he muttered, ring at me as if he hated me.


    "I just came here to tell you—" I tried to say, but he hit the wall again, and I fell silent.


    "No, shut up. I know why you are here. You are going to tell me how much you love me and all that. Then you will expect me to believe there is something special going on between us," he continued, not letting me speak. Every time I tried, he struck the wall hard enough to make me stop.


    "I’m not here to beg you to ept me," I muttered quickly, my eyes staying closed as I expected another fist against the wall.


    "Then what the fuck are you here for?" he grunted, cing both his hands on either side of me, caging me in.


    I cleared my throat, then forced my eyes open to look at him.


    "I was here to tell you– to tell you the truth about my parents and what they are nning," I whispered.


    "What my father is nning," I corrected myself, as I did not see my mother as more than a victim of my father.


    But at this point, I had started to cry so hysterically that even I could only hear hups from myself.


    I watched his frown deepen before he slowly pulled away from me.


    "Stop crying," he muttered under his breath, turning his face to the side while his hands remained on his waist.


    I sniffled, trying to stop myself from crying.


    "Say what you said and do not repeat yourself," he demanded.


    I nodded faintly, preparing myself to speak.


    "My father is nning something for you and your friend Troy," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the ground while ying with my fingers nonstop.


    At this point, I was rubbing my hands together so hard that it started to hurt.


    Suddenly, Haiden ced his finger on my hand, and my movement stopped.


    "Stop this," he ordered.


    My head snapped up, and I looked at him helplessly.


    "What do you mean your father is nning something for us? Why would he be nning something for Troy?" Haiden asked.


    It was said that he already knew my father would be nning something for him.


    The shock only came when his friend’s name was added.


    "My father doesn’t want Clementine to be found," I said quietly.


    "He will also im that Nook is dead. I know that for sure."


    As I began to exin, Haiden’s eyes started to grow wider.


    "And how do you know that? Why would youe here to tell me that?" he demanded, taking another step toward me, one threatening enough to make me step back until my back met the wall.


    It was sad that what my father had done to everyone had made them not trust me and my sister, to the point that they thought we were always lying.


    "Because I heard it," I replied.


    The moment I said it, I watched his face change with the realization that it was not a joke.