Semua Bab Revenge For My Alpha: Sequel of Fated To The Alpha Twins : Bab 221 - Bab 230

Andrea woke up with her head pounding like a drum. A dull ache pressed behind her temples, spreading down to her neck, and her mouth felt unbearably dry.For a moment, she didn’t move. She just lay there, her lashes fluttering open to a dim room filled with a familiar scent.Then it hit her.This wasn’t her room.Andrea blinked rapidly, forcing her eyes to focus. Her stomach dropped as she remembered she was in Lucas’s room.She sat up too fast.“Oh goddess,” she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead.Her mind began piecing together fragments of the night before, the drinks, the confession, the tears and then the kiss.The memory rushed back like a wave crashing over her.Andrea groaned, pulling the blanket up to her face. “Why did I do that?” she whispered.Her cheeks burned. The kind of embarrassment that no amount of hiding could erase. “Great, Andrea,” she muttered. “You throw yourself at the guy, confess your undying love, cry all over him, and then fall asleep in his room

The afternoon sun had dipped behind a thin veil of clouds, softening the sharp edges of campus life. The once-busy paths now hummed quietly with scattered conversations, the faint hum of insects and the soft sounds of footsteps on gravel.Andrea walked slowly, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her head still clouded, not just from the remnants of her hangover but from the conversation that refused to leave her mind.Every word Lena had said still lingered like a whisper moving around endlessly in her thoughts.It sounded hopeful on the surface, but something deep inside her felt uneasy. She didn’t know if it was because she didn’t quite believe it, or because part of her feared Lena was wrong and that there would be no beginning, no hope. Just her, left holding the fragments of something that had never been hers to begin with.She shook her head as if that would help to stop her mind from turning upside-down and be a complete mess.She reached the edge of campus, where the path

The small café at the corner of Crescent Lane buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the faint sound of the cool music drifting through its speakers. Andrea sat in one of the back booths, her hands clasped tightly around her cup even though the tea inside had long gone cold.Her eyes darted to the door for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. Lucas had texted her for them to meet up so they could talk and now, every passing second felt like an echo of her racing heartbeat.She tried to steady her breathing, pressing her lips together. “Relax, Andrea,” she whispered to herself. “It’s just a talk.”But deep down, she knew it wasn’t just a talk.Her phone buzzed suddenly, making her flinch. She reached for it and saw Lena’s name flashing across the screen.Andrea hesitated, glancing toward the café door again, then answered. “Hey, Lena.”“Hey, girl,” Lena’s bright, warm voice filled her ear. “You okay? You sound… tense.”Andrea exhaled shakily. “I’m nervous. Like,

The dormitory was quiet when Lily pushed the door open. The faint hum of the hallway lights followed her inside before the door clicked shut behind her, cutting off the sound of the world. She dropped her bag onto the nearest chair and sank onto her bed, her elbows on her knees, fingers pressing into her temples. Her mind kept replaying the same image of Andrea sitting across from Lucas at the café, his hand resting on hers.She closed her eyes, and it flashed again and her heart twisted painfully. She hated this, she hated the feeling that coiled inside her like jealousy when she wasn’t the jealous type. “Get a grip, Lily,” she whispered to herself. “You’re overreacting.”But was she?Whatever Andrea and Lucas were doing in the cafe had looked intimate, and she knew what she had felt watching them was the ache of something fragile shifting inside her.The sound of running water from the bathroom stopped. A moment later, Maya emerged, a towel wrapped around her hair, wearing one

Everything felt right this morning for Lena, too right, almost, as if the universe had decided to align perfectly with her mood.Lena stood in front of her mirror, her hair tucked into a towel, humming as she applied a light gloss over her lips. She smiled, slow and wicked.Everything was falling perfectly into place.Lena brushed her hair with deliberate strokes, the rhythm matching her thoughts. All she had to do now was keep Andrea hopeful, push her not to give up, and keep feeding her that sweet illusion that Lucas just needed time. Because once Andrea believed that, she would cling harder and that meant chaos.Her lips curled.“Someone is in a good mood this morning,” her roommate said sleepily from the other bed. Chloe rolled over, her hair a messy halo around her face, squinting against the sunlight. “You’re humming. You never hum unless something’s up.”Lena turned, grinning. “Maybe I’m just happy to be alive.”Chloe groaned and pulled her blanket over her head. “No one is