บททั้งหมดของ TRAPPED BETWEEN HIM AND WANT: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 65

Summer’s POVThe humming of the machine faded into a distant roar as pain and adrenaline waged war inside my body. My eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus. Smoke curled like serpents in the dim, fluorescent-lit room. Debris littered the floor, shattered glass glinting under the harsh overhead lights. Sparks from torn wires hissed, casting momentary shadows that danced like demons across the walls.My body felt like it belonged to someone else. Heavy. Slow. Every nerve screamed with exhaustion, blood loss, and the numbing aftereffects of the apparatus they’d strapped me into. I tried to lift my arm. It wobbled. My legs trembled. But I could see movement, familiar movement.Alexander and Lucien.Two figures cutting through chaos like black blades in a storm. Alexander moved first, slicing through the Montalbans’ men with uncanny precision, each strike calculated, each step a dance of death. His suit was scorched and bloodied, tie loosened, his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing mus

Summer POVIrvine leveled the gun at Alexander’s forehead.The metallic click echoed louder than the screams, louder than the alarms, louder than my heartbeat pulsing weakly in my ears.Alexander didn’t flinch.He stood between me and death, breath shaking, chest rising and falling with exhaustion, but he didn’t move. Didn’t run. Didn’t beg.He just stared Irvine down with a rage so cold it felt like steel.“Step away from her,” he growled.Irvine cocked her head, smiling. “Oh, Alexander… you’re still pretending you can protect her? You can’t even protect yourself.” Her finger tightened on the trigger.Lucien struggled against the men holding him, teeth bared, voice ripping out of him raw and frantic. “ALEX! MOVE!”I couldn’t breathe. My body wouldn’t move. The tubes in my arms pulsed with every weak beat of my heart. The machine beeped irregularly now, the rhythm fading.My vision flickered. Slow. Fading. And yet I saw everything.Alexander, bruised and bleeding, glaring at Irvine li

Summer’s POVThe explosion didn’t just take Alexander.It took sound, time, and meaning with it.Everything after that night feels like it happened underwater, voices muffled, colors dulled, memories stitched together with gaps I can’t fill no matter how hard I try. I remember screaming until my throat burned, remember Lucien’s arms locking around me as if he was the only thing keeping me from tearing myself apart, remember the heat of the fire against my skin and the cold certainty settling in my bones before anyone said the words out loud.Alexander wasn’t coming back.They moved me from the scene before dawn, sedated me when my body refused to stop shaking, restrained me when grief turned feral and desperate, and placed me in a hospital room so white and clean it felt insulting. I woke up to the steady beep of a heart monitor and the unbearable realization that mine was still beating without his permission.The chair beside my bed was empty.I stared at it for a long time, waiting