Married to the disabled Alpha : his antidote のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

QUINN’S POV I glared at Gianna, my hands clenched into a fist, so tight my nails were digging into my palms. The anger inside me was almost impossible to contain. It was desperately begging to be let out, despite the fact that I knew I would not win if I was to engage in any kind of fight right here. If only… if only I could just land a punch on her stupid face, that would be so satisfying. Watching her in pain would bring a little bit of joy to my otherwise sorrowful life. "Take them away. We need to get them back to the castle," Gianna ordered, her voice as cold as ice. Her eyes went up and down me, slowly, before she smirked; a small, cruel thing that did nothing but make me even more afraid. She was enjoying this. Probably already thinking of all the ways she was going to make me suffer. What did I ever do to this woman? Adler’s eyes darkened. I knew that look. He wasn’t going to let that happen. Neither was I. No way in hell were we getting dragged back after every

QUINN POV I tried, I tried so hard but the tears still came. They felt hot, rolling down my cheeks, dropping on the floor. I could hear them hit, little splashes against the cold, dirty ground. Was this it? Was I really dead now? And not just me, Adler too. Poor Adler, who had nothing to do with any of this. He was as good as dead because of me. I sniffed, rubbing my face with the back of my hand, my fingers coming away damp as I looked around the new cell I was locked in, this one more secure than the last one. The whole place was filled with dust, the walls old and cracked, spiderwebs hanging in every corner like a bad horror movie set. It smelled damp and old, like no one had stepped foot in here for years. The sight of it all only made me feel extreme sadness again. My eyes burned, fresh tears wanting to spill. But I swallowed them down. No. Not this time. I wasn’t about to give Gianna the satisfaction of seeing me break. She wanted me weak. She wanted me to be scared.

QUINN'S POVI stared at the dress like it was a crime against all manner of crimes out there. Seriously, was this a joke?“There is no way I am wearing this,” I said, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. Over my dead body.” I repeated just so she could know how damn serious I was at that very moment. Gianna smirked, stepping closer like a villain in a bad movie. “Oh, sweetheart, you really think you have a say in this?” Her tone was filled with so much amusement, and of course I hated it.I crossed my arms, refusing to back down. “Yes, actually. I do.”Was I being a little reckless? Maybe. Did I care? Absolutely not. I would rather walk through fire barefoot than put on that monstrosity.Gianna sighed like I was some annoying child throwing a tantrum. Then she snapped her fingers.Before I could blink, two soldiers grabbed me, their hold on me like steel clamps.Oh, hell no.I kicked and twisted, but they were built like walls. “Let go of me! You can’t just…” My words cut off as one

QUINN POV I took a deep breath and stared her down, determination settling in my gut. This is it. No turning back now. My lips parted, and I let the words spill out before I could second-guess myself. “I am absolutely not stripping.” The words came out controlled, but my heart was pounding. I didn’t care what happened next. Honestly, what was the worst they could do?Lashings? Please.“You can beat me senseless if you want,” I shot back, feeling the fire in my veins, “but I would rather die than strip for your... hungry men.”I could practically see the disappointment forming in her eyes. Gianna didn’t say a word, just studied me like I was some kind of bug she was deciding whether or not to crush. Her lips tugged up into a lazy, almost pitying smile. Oh great, here we go, I thought, bracing for whatever was coming next.“Really?” she said, her eyebrow arching so high it might have touched her hairline. “Is that how you want to play this?”I clenched my fists at my sides, keeping my

QUINN POV Quinn povThe air smelled… off. Not in a bad way, just, different. It wasn’t that usual damp, musty dungeon air I had grown used to. I mean, seriously, you spend a few days in a place like that, and your nose starts accepting things you never thought you would.But this? This felt... softer. The floor wasn’t hard and unforgiving, like the cold stone i had been lying on for who knows how long. No, this was soft. Soft like I was on some kind of memory foam mattress, which hello, was a major upgrade.Okay, wait. Where am I? I thought, blinking into the fuzzy half-state between sleep and reality.My brain was sluggish, and my body was even worse. It was like my muscles were hitting the snooze button, like, nah, we are good, just a few more minutes. But my mind? It was slowly starting to wake up.I knew I needed to pull myself together. As much as I wanted to stay in this weird, comfy dream-like state, I knew life wasn’t going to pause for me to nap forever. Trust me, though, I