The Unwanted Sister's Alpha King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 401 - チャプター 410

Olivias pov "Alexander..." I whispered, my voice barely there. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a heat that seemed to consume the very air between us. In a heartbeat, he closed the distance, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was both desperate and impossibly gentle. It was as if he was pouring every ounce of his being into that kiss, a promise, a plea, a declaration. I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his neck, pulling him closer. His hands roamed my back, the roughness of his palms a delicious contrast to the tenderness of his touch. The fire crackled beside us, but it was his kiss that ignited a blaze within, searing through my very core. We broke apart, gasping for air, but his forehead remained pressed against mine. "I've missed you, Olivia," he breathed, his eyes searching mine. "I've missed you too," I admitted, the words heavy with years of unsaid feelings. His hand moved to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing my lips with a tenderness that belied the urg

Olivia's POVMy heart sank into a bottomless pit of fear and hopelessness. Every direction was an endless storm of white that showed no sign of ending anytime soon. Alexander's grip on my hand was the only thing tethering me to sanity. Tears threatened to spill, freezing instantly against my cheeks. I could barely see Alexander's face through the blinding snow, but I knew he felt the same icy fear that gripped my heart.Just when I thought I couldn't take another step, my eyes caught something in the distance—a blur, a wisp of movement—a shadow moving through the storm. The wind carried it closer, yet it was distorted, almost surreal, like a mirage. My breath hitched in my throat."Alexander, look!" I cried out, pointing towards the figure.He turned sharply to where I was pointing. At first, his expression was sceptical, but then he too saw it—a figure, moving with purpose, coming towards us. The snow swirled around it, creating an almost ethereal aura.The figure drew nearer, and I

Olivia's POV Seeing Victor was a relief. I hadn't allowed myself to think too much about him while we were in the snow forest, and I couldn't. I looked over to Lidia, who was standing behind him and stepping around Victor. I throw my arms around Lidia, catching her off guard. “It's so good to see you, Lidia. Thank you so much for looking after the twins.” Lidia stood frozen for a moment before awkwardly patting my back. “It's nothing,” she murmured, her terse tone showing her discomfort. She pulled away quickly, a forced smile on her face. “I’m just glad you’re… both okay.” I gave her a warm smile before turning back to Victor. "Victor, I need to tell you something," I said. Victor’s eyes narrowed with concern as he held my gaze. "What is it, Olivia?" I took a deep breath, the memory of the mysterious woman resurfacing in my mind. "Alexander and I... we fell from a cliff and ended up in the Snow Forest," I started, my voice steady but low. I told him everything besides what I had

Olivia's POV I spent the night tangled in my sheets, thoughts of Allen and Alexander colliding in a restless tumult. My mind was a storm of worry and fear. I'd given instructions to one of the palace maids to notify me the second Allen was seen. I had to be prepared. I needed to steel myself for the conversation, imagine what I'd say, how I'd react—anything to avoid being caught off guard. Morning broke with the usual palace bustle, and I pushed my scrambled nerves aside as I dressed for breakfast. I didn't take in much of what was going on around me; everything felt muted compared to the anxiety gripping my heart. Just as the last fork clattered down onto a plate, the maid hurried in, her face painted with urgency. "Princess Olivia, Allen is here. He’s looking for you," she said breathlessly. My heart dropped into my stomach. The moment I had dreaded was here. Nodding to the maid, I rose from my seat, feeling a cold shiver run through my spine. I made my way to the front of the p

Alexander's POV The moment I saw Olivia standing at the edge of the ballroom, it felt like time itself paused. The red dress she wore seemed almost like a mirage, a whisper of the past conjured into the present. Memories of nights long gone surged through my mind—her laughter, our kiss that night. I froze, mesmerised by her beauty, when she turned around to look at me, a smile played on her lips, and her eyes bored into mine. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken words and bottled emotions. I could feel my heartbeat echoing in my ears as I watched her from across the room. She looked like a dream, a vision I had conjured up during sleepless nights spent longing for her. Slowly, I began to walk towards her as if drawn by some unseen force. Each step felt heavy with the weight of our shared past. Our eyes stayed locked together. The crowd around us buzzed with conversation and laughter, but all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing, punctuated by the rapid thump of my hear