บททั้งหมดของ Torn Between Her Alphas: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

AMELIA Lucius’ bedroom was twice the size of Ryden’s. It was huge with a fireplace at the end. His king-size bed was well-made with silk duvet and pillows. The space was more masculine than downstairs, decorated in an entire black shade, and smelled of expensive cologne. At the corner was the door. Flicking the lights on, a sophisticated and impressive bathroom came in full view with a floor-to-ceiling window that overlook the skyline. He never ceased to impress me with how he managed to live two lives, a powerful alpha, and a wanted criminal, yet he was here with his luxury penthouse. I shook my head in amusement as I entered the bathroom. I went to his solid stone bathtub, and I was tempted to soak for an hour and drink his wine, but then my friend was still healing. I took off my blood-soaked t-shirt. The strap of my bra had also blood on it. I washed my hair clean and wrapped it with a clean towel. My effort to wipe off the blood on my skin was paused when I realized I wasn’t

AMELIA We made it back to the pack. Ren was still sleeping at the infirmary. Mom has seen him, and so far he was recovering well, but he had received another bag of blood. “Let’s go home.” Ryden took my hand and kissed it. I looked at him. “Can I stay here for a while? I’ll be home tonight.” He thought for a moment before he nodded. “I’ll come back to pick you up. I need to change.” It brought a smile to my lips. “You hate it, don’t you?” “Not the shirt, Amelia.” He smiled too. “Okay. I’ll see you, later.” I tiptoed to kiss him on the lips, and he wrapped one arm around my waist, the other at the back of my head as he deepened the kiss. I smiled to our lips as I kissed him back. His kiss went from soft to passionate until someone cleared a throat before us that pulled us apart. “Honey, get a room.” My cheeks burned. “Sorry, Mom.” “Well, I’m not.” Ryden smiled at her. “I have to go.” He kissed me one more time before he left. I sat down for a while with Ren when I started y

AMELIA I woke up gasping. My heart was racing. I could barely breathe in anger. That son of a bitch killed me. And the dream was real. How was it even possible? I could smell him all over me. I still felt everything, the ripples of pleasure, and the wetness between my legs. “Shit.” I got up from bed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. My body was still shaking in anger. Once I was done, I changed to my old clothes and grabbed my things. AMELIA: Dad, can you do something for me? DAD: Of course, honey. Name it. AMELIA: Can you pull up records of Amelia Celine Reidshaw and Alexander Lucius Whitmann? Please, don’t ask. I love you, Dad. Thanks. I called Ryden on the way. “Hey, ‘bug.” He sounded like he was sleeping, his voice groggy. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry to wake you up.” “It’s fine. Should I come to pick you up?” “No, baby. Change of plan. I have something to take care of. Do you trust me?” “Why do I feel like you’re about to do something that gets you killed or makes

RYDEN We reached the perimeter in the south. The boys had been sniffing rogues for the last two days, but tonight they hadn’t spotted one. I ignored Zeph’s eyes on me on our way there. I knew he had something to say but held it back. I scanned the woods ahead, and there were no movements, on the trees, too. “The scents are gone. Did they move to the west?” “Or they’re done with their job and left. Maybe this area is a weak spot. Is the camera on that tree working?” I pointed at the old tree to my left. “Yeah. Every camera works just fine.” “Or it plays in a loop, and Jeong Lee and Seven didn’t notice it.” He looked at me for a moment before he spoke. “Let’s check it out.” “No. I have a bad feeling about this. We have to scan for the bear traps. Just call Jeong Lee or Seven to recheck the footage.” “No. I’ll do it. I’ll be very careful.” “Fine, but if you get injured, you’ll explain to Amelia that I didn’t coerce you to get your foot stuck in the bear traps.” A smile lifted

AMELIA “No! Please, stop!” I watched Ryden with his head about to get snapped. The son of a bitch forced me to watch him as he took my mate’s life. My whole body was in excruciating pain, one of my legs was broken. What was worse, was my wing was clipped off, and the other was about to be ripped off from my back. And I was too weak to save my own mate. “Please, stop! I’ll give you what you want. Take my life. Just let him live.” With my blood-shaking hand, I tried to crawl to Ryden as I begged for his life, but I couldn’t reach him— he was too far. The feeling of helplessness was like getting stabbed in the heart over and over again. “I can take your life as easily as I take your mate’s.” Then a snap and crack echoed. He dropped Ryden’s lifeless body on the bathed blood ground. “No!” “Hey.” I sucked in a breath. Breathing was even more difficult. Still disoriented, I was clutching at someone. “Breathe, Amelia.” He was freaking out. I could hear it in his voice and his heartbea