Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Good Girl's Revenge: Using the Alpha: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Syria’s POV"He destroyed my existence..."Everyone was silence.“He ruined everything that mattered to me! He tore apart my dignity as if it were worthless! He took something from me that I will never recover! And I won't ignore it! I won’t stop until I receive the justice I deserve!"I broke down.The rage, the hurt, the despair, it all hit hard.Tears ran down my face before I could hold them back. I didn’t want to cry in front of anyone.Kael approached silently without uttering anything.He softly extended his hands toward mine. I automatically tried to shield my face, but he gently grasped my wrist and brought it down.His other hand raised, and with just his thumb, he gently cleared the tears from my face.“Look at me,” he said.With a sense of hesitation, I did it anyway.“There’s something you need to know.”I fluttered my eyelids several times.“What is it?” I asked, struggling to form the words.“It’s about your grandmother’s death.”My stomach plunged.“She was actually… a

Syria’s POV“Everyone, we are about to start leaving!” Kael yelled after.We eventually climbed onto the trucks. He was grasping my hand, and as soon as we got inside, Kael was next to me.The journey wasn’t smooth at all. We had to stop several times along the way. Either the roads were too narrow, blocked by fallen trees, or worse rogue wolves showed up, aggressively guarding their territory.“Secure the vehicle!” someone shouted, and everyone snapped into action.The guards were quick, surrounding the area, trying to protect the convoy. “I want to help!” I told him.“No! You need to stay here! We can handle this!” he commanded, and his serious expression left no room for me to disagree.I stayed seated at first, but when I saw the situation getting intense, I couldn’t just sit there!“I’m going out,” I said, reaching for the door handle.“Syria, it’s too dangerous!” Kael warned, grabbing my arm.“I can do this,” I told him firmly, looking him straight in the eye.Before he could a

Kael’s POVI continued to walk back and forth.My brother approached me, looking at me with a worried look.“You’ve been restless for a while now, Kael,” he remarked.“Relax. She can handle this. Just stick to the plan.”However, I couldn’t.I stop my pacing and gazed directly at him, frustrated.“I don’t like any of this!” I said, shaking my head. “It’s like we used her as bait, and now we have no idea what’s happening to her inside! We don’t even know if she’s okay!”He exhaled, massaging the nape of his neck.“We do know. You just don’t want to admit it. Because if you do, you're afraid you could lose control and rush in there impulsively."He was right. I breathed out forcefully, attempting to prevent myself from losing my temper. I was hanging on by a strand. The sole reason I hesitated to rush in was the faint glimmer of hope that this plan might truly succeed."I understand," he went on. “Ever since you reunited with her, everything changed. You’ve become more protective. You

Kael’s POV“Shit! Shit!”I kept cursing under my breath while carrying Syria in my arms. Her body had already gone limp, completely drained of strength, and her breathing was shallow. She was barely hanging on!I looked down at her face. She looked so pale. She was trying to speak, but I hushed her.“Just hold on… please.”This was exactly what I feared!She was too caught up in her anger, too blinded by grief that she pushed herself too much!I understand the pain she’s going through. The rage burning inside her... it’s understadable.Her own uncle murdered her father. Her family betrayed her in the worst way possible.But I can’t let her suffer like this!By the time we got out of there, she already passed out in my arms. “Syria!”I wasted no time. I rushed her to the car, barely getting the door open before shouting to my men.“Drive! Take us to the nearest secured estate. She needs medical attention. Call for a doctor, now!”“Yes, Sir Kael!”As we sped down the road, I kept loo

Syria’s POV"You need to take a break here for some time. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you."His tone was gentle yet assertive. He positioned himself beside the bed, observing me with those deep, contemplative eyes.“What about you?” I ask, “What are you going to do?”He stood tall, towering over me with a calm presence. He then gazed downward, and our eyes connected.The expression in his eyes conveyed everything.He doesn’t want me falling apart any more.“I will step outside and handle the investigation on my own,” he spoke softly. “Your body is still healing, Syria. I hate seeing you in this state. Coughing up blood… it’s destroying me inside. Please, I want you to listen to me. Stay here. I'll return shortly.”There was a long pause. I didn’t say anything.I didn’t oppose him on it. Despite my desire to go with him, to be helpful and engaged and not just… sitting here uselessly, I knew he was right.I released his hands gently, and he turned and headed for the door.“