جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 220

Elora's POVMy grip on the scroll tightened, and I forgot how to breathe. The room had grown noisy now, with everyone chattering loudly. Ragnar’s voice came through in a hush. “Aren’t you going to say something to them to keep them calm?”I didn’t reply. It took everything in me not to shake. From my insides, I was vibrating like a leaf in the wind, my grip on the scroll tight. Was this an effect of my powers? Or was this something else?What could be in this scroll?I took a quick glance around, then unfurled the scroll, and my heart stopped. Right before me was the bill of annulment. How the hell did it get here? Did the scroll have magical properties? Was there something I didn’t know about the scroll or—“You look pale,” Ragnar hushed again. “Is there a… By the stars! You have the bill?”I turned to him quickly. “Keep quiet. I don’t know how this happened.”“I… of course,” He stood straighter, his gaze ahead, but I could tell from how tight his posture was that he was going thro

Elora's POVBefore I got to the garage, running footsteps approached me and Lloyd emerged, blocking my path. “Listen, Elora,” he was panting. “You can't go looking for your husband now. Now is a bad time.”“What makes it a bad time?” I cocked a brow at him.He spread his arms. “Isn't it obvious? It's late.”“Late?” I snickered. “This is a matter of utmost importance. That fool needs to be called out.”“I'm not saying he shouldn't be,” Lloyd interjected. “I'm saying you can do it tomorrow.”“Tomorrow can wait. I have to take care of this tonight,” I tried to walk past, but Lloyd blocked me again. I looked past my shoulders to see Lena, Davina and Xavier standing at a respectable distance, watching us.“I won't let you risk your life, Elora,” Lloyd muttered.“Don't you get it?!” I cried. “This guy's living in a house I bought with money! Before I abandoned him to join the beta force, I worked three jobs to hold the family together! I lost my child! And you want me to let it slide?! O

Lloyd's POVI flipped my eyes open and instinctively, my eyes landed on the alarm clock on my lampstand, and then it occurred to me. I'd only slept for two hours. I turned this way and that way, willing sleep to come to me, all in vain. My eyes went clear, and sleep escaped from me like a wet bar of soap.The day replayed in my head. How it was Zack Biko that walked through those restaurant doors and how Xavier had helped me hold back my rage. Forcing him to talk that night was no small feat—the hoodlum had sworn not to reveal anything, and we had to force him to spill. Zack gave me the image of a con man, and for a moment I wondered if all he revealed to us was actually true. For all I know, he could be lying. He did it before, and when opportunity presented itself to him, he ran away.If he lied at that moment, when he could have chosen to repair what was left of our deceptive friendship, what's stopping him from doing it again? Zack was not only bold, he was a man who had th

Lloyd's POV“Hey, what's wrong?” I leaned over her. “Are you okay?”Another scream shot through her and she wriggled on the bed, eyes tightly shut, skin turning as red as a tomato. Raw, unfiltered, coming out like it scraped against bone. When my brain comprehended what was going on, I rose up to my feet so quick I knocked over the lampstand.“My chest, ahh!”She curled into a ball, her hand digging into the right side of her chest. Veins appeared on her forehead and neck, and she folded back, her hands so tight that I thought she might rip her heart out.“Lena! Get water,” I cried out with a loud growl. In the other room, chaos ensues. I heard a stool being knocked over. Another hiss. Everyone was on the run. Every omega was running.Moments later, Lena barrelled through, hands holding a glass of water, a few omegas running behind her. She hurried towards us, her face a real picture of horror. “Please drink, Elora,” Lena presented the glass. I grabbed Elora and turned her over

Elora's POV “You couldn’t go against him?” I repeated after him. He didn’t reply. Just stared at me. Wary eyes, mussed hair. Hand occasionally raking his hair. I turned back to the shelf behind me and plucked another leather-bound book, pulling the cover. On the first page, a picture froze me in place. Mira. It was a younger version of her, smiling as if she were the nicest person in the world. I’d met her at the shop, ran into her countless times, had her stop us in the labyrinth, seen her with Zack, and lately, realized that she was part of the Crimson Circle. Slowly, I lowered the new journal I’d just taken to a nearby couch, lifting the picture I held in the air and staring at it. Then I met Lloyd’s eyes. “What’s her picture doing in this journal? Are you working with her?” “No, no, of course, you must have misinterpreted that,” he said immediately, and then his eyes widened as he pointed at the picture I held. “Wait, is that…” I turned the picture to lo