Mate?

Charlotte's POV

I immediately shot up, my vision spinning as I scanned the room, spotting the two young men engaged in a heated fight.

Everything unfolded in slow motion, giving me the opportunity to slip on my panties hanging at my legs. I hurriedly pulled down my shirt with trembling hands, my head spinning with nausea.

The previously locked door was now open, so I dashed out of it, fearing for my safety among the fighting men.

Just as I was about to run through the door, a painful growl startled me, and I turned to find an unknown man, his face obscured, holding a knife buried into Zayden's head.

I sprinted through the corridors, then down the stairs, aware that someone was in pursuit.

I rushed up the stairs to Ashley's room, but a cold, chilling voice filled my head. "Stop right there, and don't move!" the voice commanded. Though I didn't want to stop, his authoritative tone compelled me to freeze in my tracks.

My heart raced, and I looked back to see the same medieval demigod Alp