Semua Bab Deranged Alpha and His Chosen Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

OPHELIA“You’re not supposed to be here!” Henrick says as a matter of fact and his tone is not polite.“You don’t get to tell me where to be.” I shoot back, not willing to let him intimidate me. “Dr. Henrick.” Dr. Javed, the doctor I’ve been assisting, interrupts. “Her Majesty has been a wonderful help here, a bit knowledgeable on basic first aid. And we need all the hands we can get.”At his words, Henrick pulls his hand away from me and I step back, breathing away from the storm of negativity I get from him. “Here you go.” I hand the gauze to the nurse and she attends to the patient.Looking around, the majority of the injured are the guards and most of them head back to the foyer after bandaging their wounds. The level of dedication they have for the Pack is amazing.It takes sheer guts and audacity to return to the same place that had you in stitches just moments after you were carried away from there. And I can’t help but admire their loyalty.At the same time, I feel sad that

OPHELIATrying not to think too much about Henrick’s absence in the medic room, I continue to help the doctors and nurses as much as I can.But this time, I utilize my ability, tapping into my mind to unleash the white mist that offers a calming effect to the patients. It makes it much easier for the doctors to treat them and the ambiance is much more peaceful.I have gotten a grip on how to control the power but only to some extent. The mist that emits out of me is not as large and potent as the two earlier incidents so it doesn’t do as much as I want it to.The maniacs have calmed down a bit but I can’t tell if it’s because of me or something else. Either way, I don’t relent in trying to help out with the patients.But at the same time, I realise I don’t have much energy left myself. When I bend my head, I feel dizzy and the vision gets blurry often.I don’t know if it’s because my adrenaline has died down or because I was unable to eat breakfast. But I’ve gotten weaker and this aff

OPHELIAWith tears streaking down my face, I run off from the medic room and to wherever my feet take me. I don’t know where I’m going but I ensure there is no one else to see my breakdown.Everyone saw it. They saw the mist.I don’t know why but this makes me apprehensive and…scared. Henrick called it a miracle and that alone increased my fears. And the look on Damian’s eyes was haunting as though he wasn’t sure who I am anymore. Heck, I’m not even certain I know myself anymore.What is wrong with me?Stopping before the double doors, I remember this place to be the indoor garden where I had breakfast with Damian for the first time. Stepping inside, I walk towards the empty bench, trying to calm my thoughts.The first time I was here, I was enchanted by the beauty of the flowers mixing with the blissful scent. But today, I wish the plants were large enough to conceal me for a while.I just want to disappear.Folding my legs, I rest my chin on my knees as I look down on my hands. The

OPHELIADamian is in bad shape–possibly the worst I’ve ever seen him so far.And his studio mirrors his internal crisis, with the paint brushes, colors and ripped canvasses all over the place. It’s like no one had bothered to clean for years and it sends a clear picture to me.That Damian is in need of a lot of healing. Starting from the beast that threatens to overtake him every single day.“W-What are you, Ophelia?” Damian asks in a haze after he has finally calmed down. “That night the maniacs attacked, in the medic room and now…this? Not even the double pills could calm me down but you did.” Swallowing hard, I settle next to him on the floor, not knowing what to say. I don’t have an answer to his question nor can I tell him about the journal when I don’t know who it belongs to yet and what story lies behind it.“I-I also don’t know what’s happening to me, Damian.” My voice wavers a bit but I speak with all sincerity. “But there’s one thing I’m sure of; that it’s a good thing. It

OPHELIAThe public address turns into a violent protest against Damian’s authority. And before any of us can dodge, different items are being thrown from various angles.Rotten tomatoes and fruits, juice, and even stones come flying towards the stage. A soggy tomato hit my head and I gasp as the smelly liquid leaks all over my body. “Incompetent Alpha!”“Get off the stage!!”“You don’t deserve to be Alpha!!”“Deranged maniac!!”Curses and shouts bellow across the town center, the crowd going on a rampage.“Ophelia, are you okay?” Damian rushes towards me, shielding me as the royal guards form a circle around us. “Y-Yeah.” I answer, a bit dazed by the situation.The noise is overwhelming, clouding any other sound and the objects flying over us gets more brutal by the second. It fills me with fear as their anger sends a message–if they want to, they can injure us severely.“Get us out of here!” Damian orders the guards and we move slowly while keeping our heads low.He holds me tight