บททั้งหมดของ Abandoned At The Altar By My Mate: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Forcing Alliances"Flora, listen, I know this isn't ideal, but we don't have much choice." Adrian's voice came tightly drawn; hands clenched to his sides. Gone was his usually confident swagger, and the situation required more than a bruised ego.Flora cast him a glance, arms across her chest, guarded. "Don't think you're gonna talk me into this, Adrian. We've got a bigger problem now. I can handle it."He didn't back down. "I didn't say you couldn't. But we have to work this together. You, me. everyone." His eyes flicked to the team assembling around them. "This isn't a mission anymore. It's a fight for survival."Flora exhaled sharply, looking away. "I'm not here to make nice with you. And I'm sure as hell not letting you lead."Adrian's jaw tightened, but he nodded slowly. "Fine. You lead. Just don't forget that you're not in this alone."She didn't respond, just turned back to the operations table, laying out the intel. The map spread before them was marked with symbols and coordi

A New Beginning-or the End?"You're leaving?" Adrian's voice was barely above a whisper, as if he couldn't quite believe the words himself. He stood at the edge of the campfire, its shadows dancing across his face, his eyes searching hers for an answer that seemed impossible.Flora did not know how long she sat staring into the fire, the crackling flames offering no comfort, no answers. The moment weighed upon her, and words that had swum in her head broke free.“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore, Adrian.” She looked up, meeting his gaze. His presence was both comforting and suffocating all at once. He had always been there, always. But now… it felt different. "I can't keep holding on to something that doesn't make sense anymore."He didn't say anything right away. The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Adrian looked like he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. He was a man of action, always. But this. this was different."You don't have

The Betrayal"You feel that?" Rhea's voice was a whisper, barely carried over the quiet hum of the forest.Flora tightened her grip on her rifle. Yeah, she felt it. That gnawing sensation in her gut, the one that always meant something was about to go wrong. The mission was too quiet. Too smooth. And that never lasted."Stay sharp," she muttered, glancing at Adrian, who was moving up ahead.His face was unreadable, but she knew him well enough to recognize the tension in his jaw. He felt it, too.Their team was creeping toward the stronghold's perimeter, the towering structure barely visible through the thick trees. The plan was simple-get in, retrieve the stolen intel, get out before the enemy knew they were there. But when had anything ever gone according to plan?The earpiece in Flora's ear crackled. "All units in position," a low voice murmured.Adrian gave a curt signal, and the team forged ahead, melting between the shadows. Ghosts in the dark, silent and efficient. Two steps be

The Choice“You’re thinking too loud.”Flora barely looked up from the map. Adrian stood at the entrance of the tent, arms crossed, his sharp gaze scanning her face. He wasn’t wrong. Her thoughts had been screaming at her all night.“I didn’t know thinking had a volume,” she muttered, tracing her finger along the route they were supposed to take tomorrow. Another mission. Another fight. Another step deeper into a war she wasn’t sure she wanted to be a part of anymore.Adrian walked in, the flap of the tent closing behind him. He stood there for a moment, silent. Then, “You’re gonna leave, aren’t you?”Flora froze.She should’ve expected that. Adrian had always been able to read her too well, even when she didn’t want him to. She sighed, finally looking up at him. “I don’t know.”His jaw tensed. “That’s not a no.”Flora rubbed her temples. “It’s not a yes, either.”Adrian exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “You’re tired.”“Of course I’m tired.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “Ar

The Final TestThe air was hazy with smoke and blood.Flora cleaned her blade against her sleeve, breathing hard and fast. Bodies littered the ground around her-some still twitching, others unnervingly still. The battle had been a mess from the very beginning. Now, they were down to the last stretch, but the odds weren't in their Favor."On your left!" Adrian's voice cut through the chaos.She spun around just in time to duck, the bullet grazing her shoulder, making her stagger. She didn’t have time to react before Adrian was there, pulling her down behind the rubble, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.Adrian was already moving, sword a blur of motion as he sliced through the other opponent. They had worked together long enough by now; words were sparse. A look, a shift in stride—a look sufficed.But it wasn't survival anymore.At least, it wasn't with him.Neither with her.Adrian snagged her wrist and pulled her behind him at the very last moment, so an arrow could whistle past