บททั้งหมดของ Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

I wanted him to feel better as he expressed his discomfort. “Anastasia, I really don’t give a damn!” he snapped. His anger was palpable, and it only reinforced my distrust of Bellamy. I had to go along with his plan, even though it left me no choice but to rely on Diego. I wasn’t going to let him go easily.“Oh man, you haven’t even seen what this dude is capable of,” I said, my voice trembling with fear. “He doesn’t really feel anything. What am I going to do if he takes you away? Frederick, you gotta help your daughter! I’m out here all alone—he’s got me trapped!” My anxiety spiked as I thought about Bellamy’s indifference to life and death. He killed without hesitation, just like the Winona. He was notoriously hard to predict because of it. “Bellamy won’t think twice about taking action against you or anyone else to achieve his goals!”Frederick’s eyes, filled with concern, met mine as he struggled against the chains binding him. “I’ll get him whatever he wants, no problem,” he sai

He slid a blister pack of pills across the table, and my eyes flicked to it briefly before meeting his confident grin. “Hey, would Christabel change your mind?”“How did you manage to get that?” I asked, a shiver running down my spine. It had been ages since I last saw Christabel, let alone took it.“It’s all about family,” Bellamy said, his voice suddenly devoid of humor. The warmth of his earlier demeanor was gone, replaced by a cold, detached tone. His “happy couple” charade had evaporated, leaving behind a man who expected me to obey. His tone was sharp, as if he was stripping me bare.“Oh, I see,” I replied, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed. “We can add drug dealers to the list of things I didn’t expect from you.”“Christabel is for people who don’t really care about rules,” Bellamy said, his tone cold and dismissive. He spoke of how the drug moved through clubs like air and how Coke was the most valuable company in America. “You can take it now or later.”“Nah, but

“Do you enjoy it when I wrap my hands around your neck?” Bellamy’s voice was calm, but there was a dark satisfaction in his tone. He closed his eyes briefly, as if savoring the discomfort he inflicted on me and anyone around. “So, what’s the purpose? Can this thing bite and scratch? Does it hurt to have a dad?” His words were becoming a blur as I prepared to leave. His presence loomed in front of me, growing fainter with each step I took away.“Guess what? Frederick knows all about what I did to you last night!” The words cut through the fog of my thoughts as Bellamy released his grip just enough for me to catch a breath. He kept me in place, his lips dangerously close to mine, his warm breath brushing against my skin. The pain was sharp, his hands gripping my jaw so tightly that a moan escaped my lips despite my efforts to suppress it. I knew any response would only fuel his twisted satisfaction, so I remained silent, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing the mark he left on

Watching how effortlessly these guys could take down someone who couldn’t defend themselves made it clear just how wild they truly were. If Jamie didn’t show up soon, I was on the verge of taking matters into my own hands with Bellamy. It was becoming a desperate choice, him or me.I found myself in my room, trying to pass the time in the only way I knew—sitting still and observing the world through a haze of helplessness. Despite the house’s grim circumstances, it stubbornly persevered. Unlike a movie or a story, I couldn’t fast-forward or pause the anguish. It felt as though I was sinking into concrete, weighed down by a crushing sense of dread. Every passing moment seemed more unbearable than the last.My gaze wandered to the wall pictures of Frederick and me, each one a frozen moment of joy and serenity. Those images taunted me with their innocence, stirring a bitter storm of sadness and anger inside me. The weight of regret pressed heavily on my chest.I was teetering on the edge

Nereus “Hey, Cassius!” I coughed to get his attention. My throat was scratchy and dry from lack of water, and the stench of blood in the room made me feel queasy. “So, how many guards are we talking about?”Cassius glanced up, his face drawn. “He used to pay more attention to us, but now it’s like one or two guards an hour, and he’s completely checked out.” His voice was almost casual, though his eyes betrayed his frustration. “He started with five guys per hour, and now we’re down to this. I guess he thought he’d outsmart us. His brain’s working harder than he intended, handling the logistics.”We were deep in the cellars, the dank atmosphere providing an eerie backdrop to our conversation. I strained to listen to the faint sound of footsteps echoing from the floors above, trying to stay focused despite the disorienting conditions. “Yeah, he’s pretty chill,” I said, my voice tinged with a mix of resignation and defiance. We hadn’t anticipated being turned against each other like thi