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0080: Protecting What's Mine

Author: FlyingDove
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-25 01:01:16

LAILA’S POV

My breath seized then. I couldn’t breathe. Everything happened so fast. One moment, I was sleeping—safe, or at least feeling safer than I had in days—and the next, the door exploded open, and the room flooded with strangers.

No… not strangers. Guards. Blue Cross guards.

And then I saw him.

Noah. Alex’s brother. He looked straight at me, like he’d known I’d be here all along, hiding in his room. His smile sent a shiver down my spine. Cold, triumphant, and cruel.

My body froze, but my heart didn’t—it slammed against my ribs, a frantic, terrified rhythm. Alex was in front of me in an instant, shielding me, and I clutched the back of his shirt without even thinking. My fingers curled into the fabric, holding on like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

Noah’s laughter filled the room, but Alex didn’t move. He stood like a wall, solid and unyielding.

And then… footsteps.

I didn’t have to see him to know who it was. The air changed. It felt heavier, thicker. Like
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