บททั้งหมดของ Stuck Between The Alpha And Rogue King: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I stepped into Sebastian's room, my eyes scanning the space before me. Everything was in its proper place, as always. His bed was neatly made, with pillows fluffed and arranged symmetrically. The curtains were drawn, casting a soft glow across the room, and the carpet was vacuumed to perfection. It was clear that Sebastian was meticulous about the way his space was organized.The desk in the corner of the room was free of clutter, with only a few pens and a notebook resting on its surface. His bookshelf was arranged alphabetically, with each book aligned perfectly with the others. Even the photos on his dresser were lined up with precision, each one perfectly straight and evenly spaced.As I continued to examine the room, I couldn't help but marvel at how well-ordered everything was. It was almost as if Sebastian's space was a reflection of his mind, structured and methodical. It was in stark contrast to my own messy room, with clothes strewn about and books piled high.Despite the or

CLARA'S POV.I entered the study room, feeling healed and whole after my recent injuries. Sebastian was sitting at his desk, engrossed in his work. I walked over to him and leaned in to kiss him, but he seemed distant and uncomfortable with my closeness. His lips barely grazed mine before he pulled away."What's wrong, Sebastian?" I asked, trying to read his emotionless expression."Nothing," he replied curtly, his attention returning to the papers on his desk.I could feel the frustration boiling inside me. This was not the first time he had pulled away from me, and I couldn't understand why. I sat on his lap, hoping to get his attention, but he remained distant."Is it Hailee?" I asked, feeling a surge of anger rising in me. "Is she trying to take you away from me?"Sebastian looked up at me, his expression unreadable. "Hailee has nothing to do with this," he said firmly.But I didn't believe him. I knew Hailee had been getting too close to him lately, and it was only a matter of ti

SEBASTIAN'S POV.I sat in my room, lost in thought. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Hailee and how I could possibly rid myself of her presence. The idea of killing her had crossed my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to go through with it. The thought of taking another life was something that weighed heavily on my mind.As I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, I heard a sudden knock on my door. I recognized the sound of Clara's voice as she demanded entry. I didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to deal with her anger and her jealousy, but I knew that I couldn't avoid her forever.I stood up and opened the door, and Clara stormed in, her anger palpable. She demanded to know why I had been acting strange lately, why I had been avoiding her. I gave her a deadly look, hoping to ward her off, but it only seemed to make her more angry.I stared at Clara with a cold, steely gaze, my eyes dark and devoid of any emotion. I wanted her to know that I was not to be messed with, that I wa

HAILEE'S POV. I was jolted from my sleep by the sound of the door being barged in. I sat up, my heart racing as I wondered what Sebastian wanted from me now. I had been trapped in that room for so long, I couldn't take it anymore. I cried silently as I remembered the dream I had just had about my father. I begged the moon goddess to forgive me for any wrong I had done, for I didn't understand why I was suffering so much to get what I wanted.I was a bit concerned as to why Sebastian was breathing heavily and still standing by the door. I curled myself in a ball, trying to shield myself from him. I didn't want him to touch me, I was afraid of what he might do. He walked towards me and tried touching me, but I jumped. He was gentle with me and his eyes were gold. I was confused, I didn't understand why he was acting this way.He sat down beside me and I burst into tears. I didn't know why I was crying, but it felt good to let it all out. He held me as he calmed me down, his touch was s

SEBASTIAN'S POV.As she moved away from me, I tried to reach out to her, to comfort her, but she screamed and pushed me away. She called me a devil, along with my father, before running out of the room. I was left there, confused and wondering how she knew my father.I had never mentioned him to her before, and the only people who knew about him were my close family members. So how did she know about him? And why did she accuse him of being a devil? Was there some connection between them that I was unaware of?As I sat on the bed, lost in thought, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease in my stomach. Hailee's behavior had been erratic lately, and it seemed like there was a lot she was keeping from me. I had been trying to be patient with her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.I wondered if I should confront her about it, but I didn't want to scare her off. I knew I had to be careful and approach her in a way that wouldn't trigger her fear or anger. It was a delicate sit