Semua Bab The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis : Bab 61 - Bab 70

DAXTON A few hours ago, I felt sick to my stomach. I felt so sick that I had to grab the closest bin to heave into because I wasn't sure I could make it to the toilet on time. The more I thought of what I'd just seen, the sicker I became. My head was spinning, my lungs straining for air. I didn't want to believe it. I feared that it would mean that my worst nightmare had come true. Skye. My Skye. She'd betrayed me. The CCTV footage was evidence enough. Just thinking of it made me feel dizzy. Tyrone handed me a bottle of water, and I took it from him with trembling hands, jamming the heel of my palm against my right eye. Even though I'd told Arya that I didn't mind if my people moved to the other side in search of greener pastures, a part of me had held on to the notion that there was a chance that they were truly on my side. And that maybe, I wasn't so despicable. This new discovery shouldn't have hit me too hard. But I was already paranoid enough about Arya meeting up with Ha

ARYA Maya looked paler than I'd ever seen her. Her lips were slightly blue and her skin was clammy to the touch. The antidote had been administered hours ago, yet she only seemed to be getting weaker. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, strained breaths. I held on to her hand, wiping away the tears slipping down my cheeks. She smiled weakly, gently squeezing my hand to comfort me. "You look ugly when you cry," she croaked, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart breaking apart. There she was... hovering between life and death. Yet, she was trying to make me feel better. "What do I do, Maya? The antidote isn't working... What if Hadrin did it on purpose...what if..." "Arya," she said, and I opened my eyes to look at her. "I know I once asked Daxton to reject you because he didn't deserve you...but...now that I know everything...I want you to promise me this one thing." My chest tightened. Why did it seem as though she was telling me her goodbye wish? "Don't do this, Maya,"

DAXTON I woke up screaming. My lungs burned like I'd swallowed fire, and my chest...hell, my chest felt like it had split open again. I pressed my hand to it, gasping and trembling. But there was no blade or blood. My fingers drifted down my abdomen, tracing invisible lines across the tattoos I'd had inked over the scars. Intricate black swirls stretched over my neck, my chest and my torso, to hide the carnage. It's been three years. Three years since I awoke from a yearlong coma, gasping for air. Three years since she disappeared. I'd moved from Portland to Los Angeles, and in the process, I'd searched for her ceaselessly. My firecracker. I didn't want to believe that she was dead, not when there was no corpse to bury. They told me I was lucky to be alive. They said I'd survived something no one else could. But they didn't know what it meant to wish you hadn't. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet meeting the cold marble floor of the penthouse. I reached

ARYA I had sensed this before. Still, I had shrugged it off because I wasn't sure. But now, I was certain. This man had a mission. And that mission was me. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been stalking me. He didn't exactly look like Mr Goody Two Shoes. Even so, whatever it was he wanted from me, I was more than willing to frustrate and make him wish he'd never placed a target on my back. I turned towards the mirror, schooling my expression. "This is the women's restroom." He stepped in anyway. "And yet, here I am." "What do you want?" I deadpanned. He stepped closer. And that goddamn enticing scent of his flooded my nostrils. It was more than just strange that there was another man's scent that topped my fiancé's. Theron had once explained that among werewolves, the females were more attracted to the scent of their fated mates. If that was so, was there a chance that Theron had lied about being my mate? No. What the heck am I thinking? Daxton was the problem. "I w

ARYA Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the scars hidden beneath his tattoos. They were from stab wounds. I didn't know how I was able to tell. But I could. Images of my dream from earlier flashed in my mind, nausea sweeping through me. My hands were trembling so hard now, and before I could pull myself together, I was already sobbing hard, my knees giving out. I couldn't understand what was happening to me at that moment. My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself, and I couldn't breathe. There were emotions twisting in my heart, invisible knives stabbing my insides. Guilt, terror and an overwhelming sadness. They surged inside of me, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Daxton must've thought I was going crazy. I could see the panic in his eyes as he slid his shirt back on and rushed to my side, kneeling beside me. I clawed at my chest, unable to breathe. Everything was spinning, but somehow I could still hear his voice. "Breathe, angel. Breathe. You're okay."