Chapter 192

Chapter 192:

Surely, the Moon Goddess didn’t make mistakes.

Focus, Devin.

Erasing those thoughts from my mind, I turned my attention back to the intruder lying before us, whimpering in fear. “Who are you?!” I demanded, using my Alpha tone before growling loudly, causing her to shiver.

“Please…” Her weak voice rang out, stirring an unfamiliar emotion in me.

I felt a strange connection between us, something I couldn’t explain.

I knew I shouldn’t hurt her.

Maybe because she was in pain. But deep down, I knew it was something more than that.

“Fucking answer us,” Dax demanded, using his own Alpha tone, before attempting to pull the girl up. But I was quick to stop him.

“Don’t hurt her,” I muttered.

“Devin, don’t… hurt… mat…”

I tilted my head, trying to locate the strange voice, but there was no one aside from the girl and Dax. Confused, I tapped Dax on the shoulder. “Did you say something?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head, which only deepened my confusion.

I wasn’t insane.

I heard a shaky, exhausted voice speaking to me.

Were my demons back?

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I thought they only haunted me in my sleep.

“Get up this instant!” I yelled, making noise with my weapons to instill fear in her.

“Please, don’t kill me,” she burst into tears, clutching her stomach tightly. “Show me your face!”

My expression hardened. I wasn’t going to fall for her tears.

She was definitely a spy.

Slowly, the girl lifted her head, pulling a large amount of her wet hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

In the blink of an eye, the anger I felt vanished.

My heart softened when her face came into view. The light from the moon was enough to reveal some of her features.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice a little softer than before.

I watched her swallow hard before opening her mouth to speak, but instead of words, tears flowed from her eyes. My brows furrowed in confusion at her actions.

Why was she crying?

Was she alright?

“I’m sorry I… stumbled upon your house… please don’t kill me,” she pleaded, clasping her hands together.

My heart broke at the sight of her vulnerability, and I slowly withdrew the knife in my hand.

She didn’t stop shivering as the chilly wind hit her. Her wet dress clung to her body like a second skin, worsening her cold.

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