บททั้งหมดของ His Claws On My Neck: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

“I-I can’t believe this,” Leal scoffed, disbelief evident in her widened eyes. Her heart is so heavy with negative emotions, all directed at the third person inside the metal cage.She can’t believe her eyes, the pain of betrayal stabbing her right in front of her eyes. The bloody woman’s looks to her speak volumes, but she is in no state to decipher what her eyes want to convey—most of which will probably be her excuses. Her once corporate attire that made her look elegant, professional, and honorable is now torn and stained with her blood, unleashing her true colors. Her once properly fashioned bob is in a tangled mess, sticky and oily, deprived of shampoo for days.“Riye…”“Why is she needed here, Alpha? This place is not for preppy princesses,” Margaret sarcastically said, rolling her whip.He turned to her with a piercing stare. “Watch your words. I might use that whip on you.”Margaret looked away and bit her lower lip, stepping back when he neared the cage. Leal quietly followe

His hands snaked to her waist and surprised Leal by pulling her to sit on his lap. He sat and deepened the kiss with her on his lap, his hands cupping her behind, making her straddle him more.Oh gosh! How did they suddenly get heated with just a simple, wholesome kiss?!Breathless, he pulled away and looked at her with half-drunk eyes. Much like him, Leal was also intoxicated by the heated kiss, resulting in her flushed cheeks. She shyly looked away before wiping the lipstick stain from her lips.“Good morning,” she greeted.From the corner of her eyes, she saw how one side of his lips lifted to a smirk. “What a good way to wake me up. You should always do that to energize me.”“Really?” She curiously looked back at him. Well, if it energizes him and she wants more, then why not, right? He nodded, but with amusement written all over his face.She chuckled and softly hit his chest. She figured he was kidding since he started laughing.“No, but really, I really like waking up to your l

[Warning: Mature scenes ahead. Read at your own risk.]How she ended up in Axel’s mansion is beyond her care right now. Everything after being hugged by him in the car while she mourns became a blur to her. Right now, only the smell and taste of the delicious red wine is the lone thing on her mind. It was too tiring to run so many thoughts.Their glass bottles clinked as they simultaneously emptied the glass right after. Sometime during their way to his mansion, she heard him on a call with someone, telling them that he’d fail to attend the ‘event’ as they called it tonight. As if a triple execution can be considered an event. It’s more fitting as a toxic tradition.“Don’t drink too much,” he reminded me. “Your tolerance isn’t that high.”She nodded, even though she didn’t properly hear what he said.All of a sudden, emotions raged into her system and she broke into tears. She didn’t know how it happened, but she was just suddenly sad and wanted a hug. So she did. He stood from his hi

A day without him has passed. Dusk already fell on the Red Square like a blanket and dimmed the skies, but Axel’s still not here. Leal is quietly eating shawarma on a bench with one of her guards, the nicest one. They’ve been roaming around for hours, and she still hasn’t had dinner yet because she promised to wait for him. She was softly swinging her legs while munching on the rolled street food when her phone vibrated.From: Axel “He’s coming.”His eyes suddenly widened as his body tensed. He stood up and stood rigidly next to her, throwing the unfinished shawarma in the trash. He raised the intercom on his wrist and started muttering in Russian.The warm guard suddenly became cold to her and ignored her as if she didn’t exist, just looking off into the horizon blankly. Leal pouted before finishing h

[Trigger warning: Gore.]She was alive. She didn’t know how, but she was alive. She can also see, but only in hues of red. She couldn’t focus on anything, but her ears were hearing everything, and she felt everything even from miles away. Everything is happening all at once that it’s too much. She was like a soul stuck inside an overly active body. Is this hers? It feels different inside.Why is she hearing another stream of thoughts? What is happening? Is she possessing a different body? Is she lost?When everything started getting worse, her knees started weakening as she sat down on the starless void- no floor, no walls, just nothingness. Everything is becoming too much for her to handle. The deafening grunts, the noise of bones breaking, they’re all so loud. The flashes of bodies flying away, the busy eyes darting everywhere in mere milliseconds, the render distance where she could see even the tiniest of mushrooms that grew a few blocks away from her, it was all too blinding. The