Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers-Chapter 540: The Three Questions (III)

Evaline:

I opened my mouth.

I was fully prepared to call him out on it... to tell him that what he had just said barely qualified as an answer and felt more like a beautifully wrapped excuse.

But Elion beat me to it.

"I have answered both your questions," he said calmly, as if this entire conversation wasn’t deliberately designed to fray my nerves. "And you have only one question left."

I stared at him.

For a moment, I genuinely wondered if he was doing this on purpose... if pushing me to the edge of frustration was some sort of test.

"You can’t be serious," I said flatly. "You barely told me anything."

He leaned back against the couch, utterly relaxed, and folded his arms across his chest.

"I told you exactly what you asked," he replied. "You asked how I knew you had healing power. The answer is... because of the secret of our bloodline."

I clenched my jaw.

"You asked why I knew it was healing and not some other ability," he continued smoothly. "Same answer. Because of the secret of our bloodline."

He spread his arms slightly, palms up, and shrugged.

"There," he said lightly. "Both questions answered."

I stared at him in disbelief.

For a heartbeat, I was too stunned to even respond.

"You-" I stopped myself, inhaled slowly, and forced my voice to remain steady. "That’s not how answers work."

His lips twitched. "It is when the truth itself is the answer."

I let out a sharp breath through my nose, resisting the urge to throw something at him... preferably the tablet sitting innocently on the coffee table between us.

"You are deliberately being vague," I accused.

"Yes," he agreed without hesitation.

That only made it worse.

"And you are doing this because...?" I pressed.

"Because," he said evenly, "some truths cannot be handed over all at once. Especially not ones tied to ancient bloodlines and powers that have shaped the course of our world."

I hated how reasonable he sounded.

I hated even more that a part of me understood.

Still, frustration burned hot in my chest.

I had one question left.

One.

And there was nothing I wanted more than to demand the truth about this so-called secret... to finally understand why healing flowed through me like instinct, why my body responded to pain the way it did, why my existence felt like a contradiction in a world ruled by wolves.

But there was something else.

Something just as urgent.

Maybe more.

I studied Elion’s face carefully - his calm expression, the lack of hostility, the quiet intelligence in his eyes. He wasn’t lying to me. Not entirely. But he also wasn’t telling me everything.

And if there was one thing my past had taught me, it was this...

Information was power.

And silence could be deadly.

So instead of asking the question burning the deepest, I asked the one that decided everything else.

"Are you planning to reveal my secrets?" I asked quietly. "To the Council... or to the world?"

His expression shifted instantly.

The humor vanished.

The teasing ease disappeared.

"No," he said firmly.

I searched his face, looking for hesitation. For calculation. For deception.

I found none.

"You expect me to just take your word for it?" I asked.

"I expect you to listen," he replied calmly.

When I didn’t respond, he continued.

"I have no interest in making enemies," he said. "Especially not with the Rogue Alphas."

My shoulders stiffened slightly.

"You are Draven Thorne’s mate," he added. "You are part of the Thorne family... whether you acknowledge it publicly or not."

His gaze hardened just a fraction.

"I would never be foolish enough to provoke them."

That... made sense.

The Thornes weren’t just powerful... they were untouchable. Crossing them wasn’t a political mistake. It was a death wish.

"And beyond that," he continued, "my curiosity was personal, not political."

I frowned.

"I didn’t go digging into your identity to use it against you," he said. "I did it because I recognized my own bloodline."

His voice softened slightly.

"I just didn’t expect to find what I did."

I stayed silent, weighing his words carefully.

He wasn’t wrong about one thing - Elion Grey didn’t strike me as someone reckless enough to stir chaos for no reason. Everything about him screamed control, calculation, long-term thinking.

That didn’t mean I trusted him completely.

But it did mean I believed him... for now.

"I won’t expose you," he said again, more quietly this time. "Not to the Council. Not to anyone."

I exhaled slowly, feeling a tension I hadn’t even realized I was carrying loosen just a little.

"All right," I said finally. "I’ll take your word for it."

A faint smile returned to his lips - not triumphant, not smug. Almost... approving.

"That’s all I ask."

With that, he stood up smoothly, adjusting the cuffs of his coat.

"Our agreement stands," he said. "Three questions every Saturday."

He paused at the door and glanced back at me. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Choose them wisely, Evaline Greystone."

The sound of my name... my real name... sent a strange shiver down my spine.

Before I could respond, he opened the door and left.

Just like that.

I remained seated on the couch long after he was gone, staring at the empty space where he had stood.

My mind was a storm.

Silver Wolves.

Healing.

Ancient secrets.

Bloodlines nearly erased from history.

And me... standing right in the middle of it all, with more questions than answers.

Eventually, I gathered my things and left the office.

The rain had started again outside, heavy and relentless, drumming against the glass walls of the headquarters. I paused near the exit, watching the world blur under sheets of water.

I should have felt overwhelmed.

Terrified.

But instead, something else stirred in my chest.

Resolve.

Whatever the truth about my bloodline was... whatever secrets my healing carried... I wasn’t running from it anymore.

Evaline Greystone had survived annihilation.

Eva had survived obscurity.

And now?

I was ready to face whatever came next.

One question at a time.