ALMOST REJECTED; FATE'S CHOICE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Sabrina. " So, why did you call me here, Alpha Rhys?" My voice was edged with detachment as I asked. " I wanted to ask for a favour, Sabrina " He expressed, his tone softening, just a little. " This situation is taking a toll on Amery. She can't take it anymore." He went on, and I listened silently, my face blank. " Back when I crowned and kissed you, she was so upset that she almost took her life.." He expressed, looking genuinely scared and watching the fear in his eyes, the fear of almost losing her, a knot twisted in my heart. " Do you know how scared I was, Sabrina?" He asked, his eyes searching for mine, like he expected to see the same level of panic that framed his face, mirrored on mine. How funny? " I can lose everything but not Amery." He added, this time, fierce determination colouring his eyes. " You had once said the very same thing to me, Rhys." I mocked. My voice was calm and steady, not filled with desperation or bitterness, just stillness, which

Sabrina. " She can try doing it from that end, and I will certainly grant your wish, Alpha Rhys. " I concluded, folding my hands at the back, looking forward to the show. And next to me, soft giggles escaped from Ivy's lips. She was so happy with the recent unfoldings that she couldn't keep it to herself. After my words, Rhys went quiet, like he was actually considering it. " No...No." Amery stuttered, her eyes round with fear as she clutched on to Rhys' shirt, desperately shaking her head. So, she knew what real fear tasted like? That was new. " No! No! I can't do it, Rhys! I don't want to die." She added, desperation and panic contouring her face. " What? You can't do it? But you were very brave before, Amery. Or, were you faking your willingness to die?" I mocked, taking slow steps towards her and she hid behind Rhys, still shaking her head. She looked pathetic. " Well. I understand that sometimes, courage can fail us. It's normal, it's human. " "But don't

Sabrina. He stood right before me, despair and defeat framing his face as he stared at me. It was my father, Warrior Fords. "You have become heartless, Sabrina, just like your mother. That has been my biggest fear for years, actually." His voice was flat, and cold, contempt clouding his eyes as he spoke. And looking at him, looking at the man who used to call me his little princess, and comparing him with the stranger before me, I had a hard time linking them. He was unrecognisable. "Amery almost took her life. Doesn't that move your heart?" He asked, tremors of anger accompanying his voice. " Like I said, it was her choice. Why should I fret over it? If you are so worried about her, maybe you should watch over her. That way, she won't try to take her life, again." There was unconcealed impatience in my voice as I spoke and to my words, his face went red with anger. " Now, if you don't mind, I have real work to do," I added, motioning him towards the door. If, just lik

Sabrina. In its wolf form, the rogue was menacing, its eyes filled with ruthlessness as our gaze locked. The corners of its greasy lips were dripping with blood, twitching slowly with a hint of victory, and malice as it stared at me. The rogue's claws were bared, aimed at my throat, with ruthless precision, just a few inches from me and staring at it, profound fear gripped my heart, followed by indignation. I was unwilling to die, especially not in such circumstances, not under the sword of my enemy. But the reality couldn't have been any clearer. There was nothing I could do that would change my fate, but my fighting spirit couldn't allow me to surrender without a fight either. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to phase into my human form. That way, just maybe, I could stand a chance, although it was highly unlikely. But I didn't get to shift. An ugly growl tore through the air, interrupting me midshift, and I turned, surprise framing my face as I looked at the

Sabrina. ' Amery is sweet, caring, and kind, unlike you, Sabrina. Enough with your baseless accusations. Not everyone is as sick as you.' Unconcealed fury laced his words as he linked back, his words filled with a hint of protectiveness that was hard to ignore. And each word stabbed my heart deeply and painfully. He had once used the same tone to defend me after all. Once upon a time, I had been the girl that he fiercely protected. Once, there had been a mix-up at school, and I was accused of cheating. The accusations had been baseless, out of nowhere, and for a moment, I had lost my voice, too stunned to speak. It was a live presentation, attended by judges and other students. My research had somehow resembled another student's and I had been labelled as the culprit. But cheating? I was a smart student, I had topped my class for years, thus, I had been too stunned to react when gazes filled with judgment, disappointment, and questions were directed my way. And yet, while e