Все главы BULLIED BY THE ALPHA PRINCE: Глава 201 - Глава 210

SERAPHINA’S POVHe picks up my hand, holding onto it tightly like I might slip from his fingers, placing it against his beating heart, and staring right into my soul with a precision that leaves me breathless."This isn’t your fault, baby. Don’t you feel that? Don’t you feel my heart? You’re the life that keeps it beating, Sera. I realized that when I ran into that fire to find you. I realized then - it has become essential for me to always find you, to always love you, and my heart might very well stop pumping if I’m ever forced away from this truth. But I swear, by the moon goddess, by every drop of blood in my veins, by every shred of my being, not even decay or the deepest pits of hell could stop me from loving you. I'd battle through an inferno, crawl if I have to, endure every agony, time and time again, just to ensure this heart keeps beating—to ensure it beats for you."His words are my undoing—and without realizing it at first, tear after tear rolls down my cheek, before i

SERAPHINA’S POVA part of me dies once I make the realization. Deny it as I may, I did it. ‘You killed your own friend.’‘You lost control again.’ The vicious, negative voices in my head begin tearing me down once more, just like they had that night, taunting me, lording over me for ever being hopeful for a second that I could change anything.Hope is a luxury I once had. I danced around in the fields of possibilities, imagined what my life could be like. Hope was like a shining sun that could never set over the horizon. But my hope is dead, and I realize now there was never a point in having it in the first place.I’d always be the evil witch from Astria who killed her friend.My entire body trembles dangerously, shivering in the cold that bites at my skin. I fall to my knees and stare at my hand, the one stained with blood, endlessly flowing blood. First was my father, then Gideon’s Beta - now, Juliet.Even if my father and Gideon’s Beta deserved it - what about Julie

ARTEMIS’ POVIt’s been days—I don’t know how long—of arguing with the same group of old bastards, trying to find a way to convince them of Sera’s innocence, to not lock her up like common vermin, people who don’t even know their own left from right. I’m completely tired and exhausted, unable to keep my eyes open, yet regardless, I keep pushing through because she’s worth it. I’d rather fight until I die than let them take her away and lock her up. Let people who know nothing about her castigate her like a criminal when she’s nothing but the brightest ray of sunshine in this goddess-forsaken world.It’s clear that neither of them are brave enough to question the laws of old, the stories that are completely false and hold no truth to what really happened 500 years ago. I try to convince them of Astria’s innocence, of the fact that it was us who actually started the war, summoning Horatio, who was exiled, to read ancient texts and prove it to them, yet in the face of actual truth

OLIVIA’S POV (BONUS)We don’t go too far from the girls' dorm before we see a crowd emerging from the woods, cheerful and chattering to themselves with a renewed sense of accomplishment, something that hasn’t been felt since Juliet died and since the witch hunt began. A bad feeling crawls up my spine as they pass through us. Jasper and I share a silent look without words, completely confused and looking ahead until we see imperial guards up ahead, and right in the middle of them is Lucian. Something about him appears colder and detached, with dark circles underneath his eyes.“Lucian, what’s going on?” Jasper approaches him first. He looks at us finally, his eyes completely void of emotions and cruel. “Oh, the gang is here…” briefly, he looks behind us, almost expecting someone else to be here. “Without Artemis, it seems. Must have abandoned another one of his toys as usual,” he adds with contempt clear in his voice. His attire matches the other guards around, and I’m no

SERAPHINA’S POVI’m left in the room once more, with the lights off for another set of hours; I don’t know how long. It feels like days have passed, but there aren’t any windows to tell what time it is or the sun’s position in the sky. A quality, I imagine, that bastard Gideon sought while picking a room to lock me in, possibly to facilitate my descent into madness. But it isn’t a lack of a window that erodes at my mind; rather, it's the maddening silence around me, forcing me to live and dwell on my thoughts and memories that constantly plague my mind.When I close my eyes, I’m forced to relive Juliet’s last moments, and opening my eyes doesn’t help either. The worst part is my inability to fall asleep. The lights in the room finally come on again, and relief floods into me instantly, being able to see again, to confirm that my eyes are still working—although it means that Gideon is back again.The door clicks open, and guards walk into the room in the same fashion as they