Todos los capítulos de Tailored For Mr Alpha's Lust : Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

~GiaWhen the morning came, Bryce made his presence known.He stepped into the tent carrying a tray of food, moving the way he always did.Quiet, steady, like walking into my space had already become normal for him.“Morning,” he said, voice soft but focused. “How do you feel today?”“Sore,” I said, pushing myself up slowly. The muscles near my wound pulled a bit, reminding me of the bullet that had taken me down. “But better than yesterday.”“Good.” He set the tray beside my cot. Bread, cheese, a little meat. More food than I’d eaten in one go before everything went downhill. “Eat. You heal faster with real meals.”I tore a piece of the bread. It was still warm. Fresh.“Thanks.”He sat on his usual stool, watching me eat with that same close attention. Honestly, it was unnerving. I straightened up subconsciously.A moment passed in the tensed silence.“Can I ask you something?” he said.I slowed. Hand paused in the air. “What?”“Your shoulder. You keep touching it like it’s botheri

~LeviSomething about me felt wrong. Different in a bad way.I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and for a moment I didn’t even look like myself. Dark circles rested under my eyes. My skin looked pale like a washed out jeans. And when I lifted my hands, they shook hard, like I’d spent the whole night freezing.When did I get this weak? This feeble like a frail wolf one step into the grave.I grabbed the sink, holding it until my knuckles turned white. The cold sink helped steady me. It was something solid to hold while everything else felt like it was slipping away from me.Gia had been gone for three weeks.Three weeks of searching.Three weeks of Squad V, an elite squad bringing back nothing and,Three weeks of Alan offering one excuse after another.Cheers to three weeks of me breaking down.My wolf paced inside me, uneasy and restless. For days he had been on edge, growling at empty corners and reacting to sounds no one else heard.Danger, he warned. Close.“Where?”

  ~Gia The morning sun felt nice on my skin. A good nice. Not the kind that burned like acid but the one that made you lazily stretch like a cat and doze off with a Carr in the world. I stood outside the healer’s tent, breathing in the air.  It smelled like dirt, and something fresh.  Trees.  Now, my legs didn’t shake anymore. The wound in my side was now a dull ache instead of the sharp pain that ruled my first week. I was healing. Really healing. Bryce said I’d be able to go home i

GiaI gagged, spitting out the clumps of dirt that somehow made its way past my lips into my mouth.I winced.My head throbbed like someone had slammed a sledgehammer on my head, "Blasted Hell," I cursed. My mouth tasted bitter, like chemicals brewed by a nasty witch. I better get up, I thought, but when I tried to move, my wrists scraped against rough rope.That's when I realised something I hadn't noticed before. Tied up. I was tied up.Like a switch, it clicked.Memory came rushing back—the office, the voices, Alan and Bryce talking about my blood, about a ritual, about using me.About Levi dying.Panic rose in my throat. My breath came out in quick pants. 'Hold steady, Gia,' I tried to calm myself down, but my body had another mind of its own and refused to take orders from me. I pulled at the ropes, but they held tight. Scrapping against my wrist till they burned red and raw. Whoever tied them knew what they were doing.Where am I? Since removing it proved futile. I tried to sc

~LeviI couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this weak.My hands trembled as I held onto the training ground fence, watching the warriors spar. Their movements blurred in front of me. My eyes kept losing focus. The whole world felt far away, like I was seeing it through a heavy fog I couldn’t clear.“Alpha?” Marcus approached slowly. “Maybe you should rest. You look unwell.”“I’m fine.” The lie felt heavy on my tongue. But I couldn’t let anyone see how bad this was. Not when Alan was watching me for any slip.Because that’s exactly what was happening. I was getting worse. Little by little. The poison working through me.I’d stopped drinking the coffee after Madeleine proved it was poisoned. Stopped eating anything Alan touched. But it didn’t matter. Whatever he gave me before had built up inside me. Now it was hurting me even without new doses.My wolf paced inside my head, anxious and restless. He kept trying to heal damage he couldn’t reach.Dying, he whimpered. We’re dying. Fin