All Chapters of My Alpha, My Mate, My Ruin.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Betsy’s POVMy eyes were still on him, and he had a smile on his face. Not only a brief polite smile, but also one that seemed he had been expecting this occasion reached his eyes.For a moment, I just stared at him.He then tilted his head a little and smiled. “How have you been without me?” he asked casually.I started to squint right away in bewilderment.“Without his presence?” “What sort of question was that?”I blinked a few times inside my head.What sort of odd question did he just ask me?Studying him intently, I crossed my arms gradually.“Why would you ask me a question like that?” I asked.He smirked slightly, as though my reaction amused him.“Well,” he started, gently folding his arms, “I suppose you would have been mulling over the mysterious person who conversed with you and then vanished without leaving his name or identification behind.”A light snicker escaped my lips.“Mysterious person?” I repeated.He merely shrugged.“Isn't that what I am? He asked.I leaned bac

Betsy’s POVWhen I got home, the sun had already started its leisurely fall toward the horizon and was creating long orange shadows across the compound. Though the air was cooler than before, my thoughts were still ablaze with all that had transpired at school.Matteo kept showing up in my mind.The wrath in his eyes. The manner in which he drove me against the wall.The way I shoved him back. I ran a hand across my hair and set my bag down on the chair inside the home.I still couldn't believe I had spoken to him in that way.Thinking about it over and over was senseless.Quickly, I put on my training attire, black leggings, and a loose grey shirt, and tied my hair into a tight ponytail. My muscles started to feel restless even then. Often, training aided in clearing my mind.And I really wanted that just now.I reached for my water bottle and went outside.I could already notice Peter from far away. Looking impatient, he had his hands on his hips.“Took you long enough,” he said.I

Betsy's POVThe evening air was peaceful and cool against my skin following the grueling training. Peter had just dragged me across.Though my legs seemed heavier than normal and my arms were still a little painful, I loved the sensation in some odd way. It made me realize I was driving myself harder than previously. Every day, Peter appeared to raise the challenge of our training, and even if I griped occasionally, I knew deep within that he had a cause for what he was doing.I had to be stronger if I really wanted to oppose people like Matteo.Much more powerful.Peter and I finally exited the field and moved toward the garden behind the house. For me, the location has always been among my favorite haunts. The gentle illumination encircling the walkway gave the garden a shimmer, and the subdued rustling of the trees calmed the whole setting.Under the tall mango tree, we both slumped onto the big swing chair.Peter stretched his arms over his head while the chair gently rocked back

Betsy's POVThough the lecture had already finished, I remained at my desk.Little groups of students around me were gathering their belongings and leaving the classroom, their conversations flowing casually over tasks, weekend plans, and gossip that seemed unimportant compared to the ideas floating in my head.Peter had gone a few minutes earlier to meet someone outside, leaving me alone with my ideas.Though I wasn't reading anything anymore, my fingertips lay lightly on the edge of my notebook.I was thinking about the message.Concerning the message.Peter had previously said that there was some talk regarding a fight during hockey practice.That by itself seemed odd. Drake was not someone who easily lost control.He always appeared to hold himself with calm authority that caused people to withdraw first, even if he was furious.Thus, the concept that he had really gotten into a fight surprised me more than I would have thought.I was still lost in thought when a familiar voice ab

Betsy's POVWhen I entered my room, the house was silent.The quiet descended over me like a blanket the second I shut the door behind me. Usually, I enjoyed that kind of calm. Long days at school and training with Peter gave me breathing room and helped me to settle my thoughts.Today, however, it acted in the opposite direction.The silence today only heightened my thoughts.I settled gradually on the edge of my bed after putting my bag on the seat close to the window. As I fixed my gaze on the floor, replaying everything that had transpired earlier in the car, my hands settled casually on my lap.Drake's voice.The manner in which he presented what happened.Maxwell kept slamming into him during practice as he spoke.I still couldn’t comprehend it.The Maxwell I encountered didn't strike me as that sort of person.Leaning back somewhat, I took a deep breath.My thoughts went back to our initial encounter.It happened in the school canteen. Waiting for the next class, I had been sea