Semua Bab Alpha's Bargain, Luna's curse : Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHAPTER 41 . . . Carmilla He scoffed and dug into his food without giving me a response. This action affirmed my suspicion. “Alpha, is there something you are not telling me?” I clearly asked Evans hit his cutleries on the steel tray as if angered by my question “You should know that there are lots of eyes on you now Carmilla.” He explained. “And you should know it is best to lie low.” I struggled to buy his explanation, but a part of me actually believed him. After the wholesome meal, we wiped our mouths and hands and called on Katrina to pack up, informing her of our departure. Katrina acted nonchalant that we were going to the archive, while I felt like I had won a lottery because I would have Evans to myself all day. “I shall stop at my father’s. Rest up. We would leave before the noon.” He instructed. Fair enough! please I patiently watched him take his leave, grateful that I had Katrina to keep me company, although we barely exchanged words except it

CHAPTER 43 . . . Carmilla Cole looked at me with disappointment written over him. I suddenly saw him bounce to his feet, pick his cap and carefully sat it on his small head. He had always subconsciously cared for his looks and predominantly classic features in the cowboy hat. I rushed at him with an attempt to hit his chest and push him back to the rough floor, but he swiftly tilted his head backwards, missing my punch smoothly. “You do not know what is happening. Do you?” he asked with rage in his eyes. “Shut up! I had always defended you. Always vouched that you would not do something against humanity.” I paused to make my words sink “But you have chosen to betray my trust!” I yelled “Here” he raised a small napkin to my face. “Here is everything about the historian. You must reach him before I do.” he took my hand and forced the napkin in “Since you believe I could cause more harm.” He smirked. This was a clear challenge from him, and I found myself buying i

CHAPTER 45 . . . Carmilla Another man, identical in build to the masked individual, burst into the room. He too wore a mask, and his frantic pace quickened as he approached the lady behind the counter. Dropping to his knees, he cradled her head in his lap and checked for a pulse. The realization of her death was evident; a single bullet wound marred her forehead. The ruthless masked man unleashed a fierce growl, the sound echoing through the inn and causing the wooden structures to shudder. His rage and grief were palpable, mourning the loss of the young woman. We spent the night on the cold floor, irrespective of our ranks and status, due to the unrest. I shivered, still reeling from shock. Evans and I chose a room to ourselves, likewise the others. Some had five people in a room. We were both too tired to take a wash, hence we lay in the bed, within the comfort of the warm sheets. Actually, we shared the bed, but I ensured to give Evans some distance. The fear of the

Chapter 47 . . . Carmilla "Why?" He murmured, his gaze shifting to the woman. See shook her head and exhaled, then unlocked the gate and led us in. My heart raced faster than it had ever raced. I felt uneasily calm in this environment, especially with the way the woman kept looking at me warmly. She kept stealing glances and every part of me wanted to hug her because her eyes looked sorrowfully sad. We arrived at a very wide warm sitting room which was brightly lit wig sunlight from the wide windows. The air was clean and purified in the room. There was no smell of burning incense or anything in particular. Rather, I could smell plants and distinct flowers. Each window had a small pot of sunflower by the side. There were also beautiful lilies which my mother loved to keep at the back of the window. The man sat on the floor with his legs folded, and we did the same. He looked like a peaceful man who would be mad at us for coming to learn about some past that he had p

Chapter 49 . . . Carmilla I kept making attempts to throw up, but there was nothing my bowels could push out of my mouth. He rubbed my back to soothe me. "Are you feeling well?" He asked. Obviously, I wasn't! I felt my life hanging on a thin rope due to the speed with which he went. I cleared my voice. "I'm...tired. Weak." I explained. Yeah, yeah, I was. I felt my body being swept off the grass; he had picked me in his arms and was teleporting real fast. I lost track of the rhythm of his heart beat, but I could hear and feel it thumb. "A few more minutes." He said. And we appeared at the gate. I felt a rush of warmth flush through my body from my head to my lower phalanges. I heaved a heavy sigh of relief, looking into his eyes which were reassuring. I felt the butterflies again. I greedily wanted to remain in his arms, locked in his gaze for a longer period of time. I was slowly moved. I could see young maids whisper to eachother; some jealous while