Todos os capítulos de My Alpha, My Mate, My Ruin.: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Betsy’s POVMy phone continued to stay warm against my ear.Drake's voice was the only thing I could think about when suddenly there was a loud bang at the door.Before I had the chance to even turn around, my brother entered like a whirlwind. The movement was fast and rude. His palm struck mine, and my phone that I had in my hand fell.It fell to the ground, then Nick bent over, grabbed it, and hung up the phone."Hey, what's going on?" I yelled. "What are you doing?" I asked with fury in my eyes.My heart was racing like crazy, as if it wanted to break out of my chest.Nick was standing there, out of breath, just like a runner, and the cell phone was in his grip. His face was filled with anger, and his eyes darted around; it was as if he couldn't contain the emotions that were very hard to define, perhaps a mixture of anger and fear. I had seen him being very angry before, but this time it was different. He was not only super mad but also scared."What do you think you are doing?"

Vivian’s POVI was standing in front of Drake’s house, my hands were tightened around the strap of my bag as if that was the only thing that was keeping me firm. My visit was not supposed to be this early, but my impatience did not allow me to just wait. I have never been a person who waits. I always demanded instant answers when I needed them.I entered the house as if I was a resident there. Nevertheless, in a way, I was a resident. There had been so many visits and I was so much attuned to this house that I could easily point out the very place where the drake was in deep thought, and trace his scent in every room. The atmosphere that I was so familiar with did not help me calm down at all. On the contrary, it was rather suffocating for me.My instincts directed me right into his room.Just when I was about to pull the door open, suddenly I heard a voice.“Vivian, what are you doing?”Instantly, I stood still like a statue and gradually turned around. There was Harmony, a little b

Drake's POVThat day I came back home by myself, without Betsy.This was not the way I expected things to end when I went to search for her. Bringing her back with me was a very nice picture I had painted in my mind, keeping her close where I could see her, protect her, breathe easier knowing she was within reach. But instead, I drove back alone. The passenger seat was vacant, and the silence inside the vehicle was longer than the road that stretched ahead of me.Nevertheless, I was not as heavy as I had been before.After such a long time, my heart was not feeling as if it was being crushed anymore. I hadn’t lost her. I hadn’t failed. I had found her. I had seen her with my own eyes, heard her voice, felt the quiet strength that she possessed now. That alone was a victory.At least I did.This thought was going through my mind repeatedly while I drove. Whatever came next, no matter how complex things got, one fact remained unshaken. Betsy was alive. She was up and standing. Everythin

   Betsy's POV I walked out of my brother's room, softly closing the door behind me. Nick had given me his word that he was okay, but I was sure that he was not. We had been together for quite a time, and I could easily tell when he was not fine. Besides the tension in his voice, he avoided looking at me, and a heavy silence was surrounding him. All those signs unfolded the poor reality that he was not ready to confess. Nevertheless, my concern was still there. But it was not just pure concern. He was horrified. That horror accompanied me down the corridor and into my room, where it was like a restless pain settled in

Betsy’s POVThat night was sleepless for me.No matter the effort, my mind would not calm down. Every noise was like a trumpet playing in my ear. Every outline on the wall looked like a lurking figure. I was lying on my bed, gazing at the ceiling, hearing every creak of the house, and very much aware of how long that silence might last.I knew Matteo.And I knew he would definitely come for me.It was not the question of if. It was just the question of when.I heard a gentle knock on my door, taking me back to reality. My heart raced, but as soon as I recognized Nick’s voice, I calmed down.“Betsy.”I instantly propped myself up. “Come in.”The door opened, and Nick came in, shutting the door after him. He seemed to look like he lost a battle. The type that a person gets after taking up a lot of duties for a long time and still not feeling relieved.He did not sit immediately. For a moment, he stood at the door, as if he was still considering the words he wanted to say.Then after a