All Chapters of Once His Bully. Now His Whore: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

When I woke again, my stomach was no longer cramping, which was a blessing. The deep spasms had finally eased into a dull soreness I could endure.Helory helped me remove the last of the soaked recovery cloths and replaced them with fresh ones.Shortly after, she had to leave for urgent matters concerning her father’s health. I insisted on walking her to the front entrance of the building, but she refused to let me go any farther.“Here is fine, Bae. You need to go back,” Helory said. “You are still weak. Look—” She lifted the hand that held hers. “Your hands are shaking. You need to lie down.”“But I have to walk you to the gates—”“I will find my way. Go inside and rest.”I sighed, giving up. She was right. My legs could barely carry me, I feel like they might fold at any moment.“Worry not. You will hear from me more often now.” She rubbed my arm, her face soft with concern. “We will exchange letters, and I will visit again soon.”“Okay.” I nodded, swallowing the tightness in my th

“Those males reshaped my world,” I continued hoarsely. “They groomed it into darkness, commands, pain, and violation. When the blindfold was off, the room was red. Every wall covered in crimson cloth. Red carpets. Red sheets. Red curtains. All I ever saw was red.”My hands trembled slightly in my lap. “I was always afraid. Always waiting. Sleep was never rest, it was dread. Not knowing when the door would open next. Not knowing how long it would last. Always in wait. Always in pain. Always bleeding.”My throat burned. “For a long time, that was existence. I stopped hoping to be saved, instead I began hoping for death. I brushed against it more times than I can count. And each time I prayed I would not wake again. I prayed they would fail to save me.” “But they always did.” Alaric supplied softly.I nodded, a tear slipping free. “That was the cruelest part. When you endure pain so absolute you are certain it must end you, and then you wake again. Barely alive but there, still breathin

Hours later, I sat underneath a tree just outside the estate, limbs heavy from running what felt like the whole of Urai through the night. My beast-form had carried me far until exhaustion finally slowed me.Now, returned to my male shape, I leaned against rough bark, chest still heaving, mind quieter but not quiet. The rage was no longer boiling, but a deep, heavy melancholy remained inside me.And with the calm came the memory of the day it had ended for me. The night my world was torn apart, the night I broke free from the Eldareth cage…•A long time ago…I could not sit still. I could not lie down.Mama was screaming.Usually she was careful. She swallowed the sounds, stiffened them in her throat so I would not hear. She knew I worried, so she tried to protect me even from her own pain.But tonight she could not hold it in, her screams carrying through the entire manor. Even from my bedroom on the far side of the house I heard them clearly.Something was wrong.I sat on the edge

LORD REVANDRELI stared at Baevera.Every instinct inside me fought to pull her up and hold her, to smother the misery radiating from her in waves thick enough to taste, even from the small distance I had deliberately placed between us. But this moment was long overdue.For most of my life, the only question that ever mattered was why. Why did she ignore the screams? Why did she laugh through the chaos? Why did she sleep while my mother bled? Why did she take such pleasure in every wound her friends inflicted?Now, even those questions had answers too.Hearing it soothed something deep inside me. They pacified something in that boy who had spent almost every day hunched in dark closets, seated on a butt that was always hurting while rocking bruised knees, and listening to screams that never ended.Her explanation did not justify, nor did it erase, that part, she got right. But hearing it, hearing her reasons, eased something I had carried for centuries. And though I would never say it

I was already shaking my head. “No, don’t do that—”“Cel’theren gave you this opportunity, Baevera. He forgave you—"“He did not forgive me,” I reminded her.“—and he was right, the two of you could never work.” She went on like I never interrupted. “There’s too much bad blood between you. Too much history.”And there goes an ache in my chest. “I know that.”“Do you?” Her voice was even softer now, though her words were anything but. “Because you are pining for him.”“I am not!” I protested.“You miss him. You long for him.” There was pity in her eyes. “When you stand in the courtyard, you look toward the gate as though you expect him to appear any moment.”“I don’t do that.” The denial sounded weak even to my own ears.“And when you drift off into your thoughts, and start smiling like a fool, I suspect you are remembering being folded in half in his bed while he does unholy things to your body.” “Helory, please,” I groaned, heat rising to my face.“And then there is the sadness,” sh