《Six-Times Rejected Freak: Claimed By The Alpha Prince》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

DamianI just stood there.Staring at her like the ground had vanished beneath my feet.Her accusations echoed in my skull, tearing into me, louder than any scream. My mouth was dry, my chest aching like my own heart had turned against me. I couldn’t believe the words she’d just said.She thought I wanted her gone?That I’d written that note? That I had tried to kill her?I took a slow step forward. "Alina... you can’t believe that."She crossed her arms, tears streaking her cheeks as her voice shook. "Don’t. Don’t pretend to care now. You only want me because you need me to fix you. You want me to save you. That’s all it’s ever been."My fists clenched at my sides. I tried to stay calm. Tried."Is that really what you think of me?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.She flinched but didn’t back down. "Your actions made it a fact."Her words sliced through me like daggers.I stared at her, stunned.I had never felt so utterly helpless in my life. Not when I fought rogues. Not when I w

AlinaIt had been a week since everything fell apart, then stitched itself clumsily back together. The silence in the air, the steady rhythm of waking and sleeping in Damian’s room, the shadow that trailed behind me wherever I went—it all gave the illusion of peace. Normalcy. Safety. But I could still feel the bruises, even if they no longer bloomed purple on my skin. Some wounds ran deeper than the flesh. Some aches were quieter but louder at the same time. Lingering.I felt foolish now.Foolish that I’d nearly thrown it all away because I was jealous—of Blair, of the way she lingered at the edges, always poised, always perfect. Foolish that I let my insecurities plant such dark seeds and water them with silence and suspicion. I should have known better. Damian was many things—infuriating, impulsive, impossible to read—but he had chosen me. Me, with all my flaws. And I needed to trust that.But it wasn’t the same.He hadn’t said anything, not directly. But the change in him was obvio

DamianI heard the sound before I saw her.It was sharp—either a slap or a stumble—and it tore through the quiet like thunder cracking through silence. My body moved before my mind did, my hand already on the doorknob of the office as I stepped out into the hallway.Rylan.His figure was retreating fast, his coat whipping around his legs as he disappeared around the corner like the damn coward he was.My gaze shifted immediately.Alina.She was standing in the middle of the hall, pale and shaking, her arms wrapped tightly around herself like she was trying to hold herself together.“Alina,” I said, my voice dropping to something soft, something I hadn’t even planned. I moved toward her slowly, trying not to startle her.She didn’t look at me. Didn’t blink. Didn’t speak.Her eyes were wide, distant—like she wasn’t fully here. Her breath came in shallow bursts, and I could see the effort it took for her to stay upright. My gut twisted.Something had happened. Something bad.“Talk to me,

AlinaI tried to breathe, but it felt like every inhale was dragging over broken glass. My lungs ached with the effort, and my skin felt too tight for my bones. I pressed a hand against my chest, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging inside me. I moved across the room in restless loops, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor, and I counted every step like it might anchor me somehow.Had I done the right thing?I didn’t know. Maybe I never would.Telling Damian about what happened with Rylan had seemed right in the moment. Necessary, even. I couldn’t keep that kind of danger to myself. But now, I felt like I had lit a match and tossed it into a dry forest. Everything was too quiet, too tense—as though the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next blow.I didn’t want to be the weakness that pulled him under. I didn’t want to be the reason he lost control. But what choice did I have? Rylan had crossed every line, and I was tired of pretending I wasn’t afraid.

AlinaI thought I was going to lose my mind.Sleep had completely abandoned me. It was like my brain refused to shut off, taunting me with images of Damian, broken and bloody, lying on the arena floor. I curled into myself under the thick covers, eyes wide and burning in the dark. Beside me, Damian slept like there was no tomorrow, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. It was maddening.How could he sleep?How could anyone sleep when everything was falling apart?My stomach twisted again as I sat upright and pressed my hand to my chest. The weight sitting there wasn’t just fear. It was helplessness. It was the image of Rylan's smirk. Of the Alpha's cold stare. Of Blair’s fake tears and venomous voice. Everything felt like it was closing in on me."Alina," Damian mumbled, voice low and thick with sleep. "Come back to sleep."I shook my head, though I wasn’t sure he could see me in the dark. "I can't."He shifted, arm reaching for me, fingers brushing my hip. "You need rest.""An