บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Bullied Mate: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

Lilac's P.O.V The landscape around me shifted. I found myself within the boundaries of the pack, navigating the perimeters with a sense of urgency. The night air was thick with tension, and shadows danced as I darted from one hiding spot to another. The distant sounds of footsteps and hushed voices warned of approaching soldiers, patrolling the area with a diligence that sent shivers down my spine. I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I moved stealthily, every step calculated to avoid detection. The moon cast fleeting glimpses of shadows on the ground, and it helped me navigate the terrains with efficiency. My emotions seemed amplified, and my heart raced with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. From one covering to another, I moved through the shadows, until I could see the beginning of the woods in my vision. And then, I was crashing through the woods, the road ahead of me clear of soldiers, making my journey a lot easier. The night embraced the

Lilac's P.O.V The faint morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I found myself lying next to Del, the memories of last night returning in rapid flashes. There was a pang of regret that washed over me as I recalled the whirlwind of emotions and decisions that had led to this moment. I never wanted to be the person who just nails and bails, leaving without a word, especially not with someone like Del. As I watched Del sleep peacefully, I grappled with conflicting thoughts. Regret lingered, yes, but there was also a sense of responsibility nudging at my conscience. I couldn't simply slip away without a word, leaving him wondering what had happened or feeling used. That wasn't who I wanted to be. So, despite my own reservations and the twinge of regret, I made a silent vow to stay until Del woke up. The air in the room was still, save for the faint sounds of morning seeping through the wind

Lilac's P.O.V I shifted uneasily in my seat, feeling the weight of discomfort settle heavily upon my shoulders. The classroom walls seem to close in on me, suffocating me with their familiarity. It's as if the air itself has thickened, making it hard to breathe. My fingers trace the edge of the desk, nails biting into the worn wood, a feeble attempt to ground myself in this moment. 'No…this can't be happening…this can't be real! I must be dreaming…' I tried to convince myself that this was all just a fragment of my imagination. That Krimson wasn't actually here and the only reason why I was imagining all of this was because I had slept with Del, someone who wasn't my mate, and this was my guilty conscience trying to conjure up all kinds of images to remind me of the mistake I'd made…but when Krimson's sharp, piercing red eyes met mine once again from across the room, just as he jotted out a number of equations on the blackboard…I knew that I wasn't hallucinating…

Lilac's P.O.V Krimson's piercing gaze bore into my soul, a scrutiny that felt as though he was dissecting me, evaluating my worth, not just as an individual, but as a pawn in his grand scheme. It was evident—Krimson was testing me, weighing my capabilities against his expectations, deciding my fate with the cold precision of a judge pronouncing a verdict. His expectations were clear—he expected power, control, an unwavering allegiance that would serve his purpose. But what he didn't anticipate was the evolution stirring within me, the growing realization that I no longer danced to his orchestrated tune. "Krimson," I uttered, each syllable laced with a steely determination, "the reality of our situation has changed. I am no longer under your control." I continued, my voice steady and resolute, enunciating the liberation coursing through my veins. "I am not a puppet to be manipulated at your whim. My powers are mine alone, not to serve your whims any longer. You can no

Krimson's P.O.V In the midst of the dimly lit alley, an eerie sensation prickled along my spine, a tingling that made my instincts leap into high alert. It was as though something within the shadows beckoned to me, a whisper from the darkness. My steps faltered, eyes narrowing as I caught a glimpse of movement—a shape that darted and danced with the shifting light, elusive yet alluringly present. Driven by curiosity and a surge of inexplicable fascination, I abandoned caution and pursued the elusive form, my heart pounding in sync with my hastening steps. Each stride pushed me closer, or so it seemed, to the mysterious entity that seemed to playfully taunt my senses. Yet, no matter how swift I moved, the shadow danced just beyond my reach, slipping through my fingers like smoke on the wind. It defied the laws of reality, a true enigma, leaving me in a frenzied pursuit through the labyrinth of alleyways and corners, my determination to capture it growing with each pass