Semua Bab Breath Without Me: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Tristan's POV I cry as I fight against the Alpha, desperately trying to break free, trying to keep his hands off me, but it's no use; he's too strong. The sick bastard's hands roam my body against my will, and there's nothing I can do to stop him when both of my hands are pinned above my head by one of his much larger hands. His disgusting mouth trails along my skin, burning in a painful way I didn't know was possible as he sucks, kisses, and nips from my jaw all the way down my neck. My stomach twists violently when he latches onto Walker's mark. His tongue glides over it, and I thrash harder under his heavy weight. His sharp teeth graze Walker's mark a moment before he nips at it again, and I cry out as pain shoots through my body at lightning speed. It feels like my body is rejecting his mouth on Walker's mark. As if the mark is fighting back, desperately trying to stop the person above me from touching it, from touching me, from touching what belongs to Walker. More tears roll d

“Tristan,” Walker breathes, his voice breaking into a ragged whisper. ~§~Tristan's POVI hear their voices outside through the broken glass of the French doors. The muffled, distant voice of my kidnapper echoes somewhere down below along with the voice of a man I don't know. Ryan’s voice barks off orders in the distance, and relief floods me even further at hearing his familiar voice.But then, the deep rumble of Onyx's vicious growl begins to fade. My chest tightens as panic sets in. Why does it sound like he's getting further away?I force my head off the pillow and reach a trembling hand out toward the broken door, weakly calling out his name, “Walker!”“Tristan!” I hear Derek's voice as soon as my head falls back against the pillow. A wave of relief crashes down over me. I'm not alone. They didn't leave me behind. The crew is here. My lips tremble as I look out into the blurry void of the bedroom. I know someone is there, but the only eye I can open refu

Tristan’s POVLeaving Jamie’s room feels like pulling myself away from a delicate sanctuary. Seeing him today was an emotional disaster for my Alpha. The poor man didn't know what to do with two broken Omegas crying over each other's wounds. But I couldn't help the tears. It was devastating to see that happy, sweet little ray of sunshine looking so small in that hospital bed, and his delicate skin cut like that. My stomach twists just looking at the stitches tracking along his arms.And Jamie, bless his sensitive soul. He is such an empathic person. I've never seen someone look so heartbroken and devastated over the fading bruises on my face, especially when he is the one who was fighting for his life in those woods. He doesn't share a fated mate bond with me, yet I could not only see the worry on his face but also feel it vibrating in the air. I've never seen anyone sympathize with me like that outside of Walker. That sweet little Omega talked my ears off in a quiet, trembling voice

** Please make sure your comments are on the correct chapter, or you can spoil what happens in the next chapter for readers who haven’t read it yet. ** ~§~ Tristan's POV I stare at the screen in shock. I can't believe what I am hearing. Why would Eric say that? How can he stand there and make up an entire relationship between his father and me? I force my eyes away from the screen when I sense someone approaching. I look to my left and find a small Omega slowly walking toward me. I look at Alex, but his posture remains relaxed; he doesn't seem fazed by the small person approaching me. I take a slow breath as I turn my attention back to the Omega. “Hi. I'm Scott,” The Omega says softly. His eyes are glued to the screens in front of me. He shakes his head, looking at the monitors with a heavy sigh. “That's so horrible. It's awful that big, bad Alpha forced himself on you, and now you're stuck with him.” My head snaps in his direction so fast I hear a faint crack in the back

Tristan's POV Walker pulls me closer on his lap, his warm breath fanning my neck as he nuzzles the side of my face. My eyes are on the Elder, the one with the long white hair whose name I now know: Armand. The other eleven Elders move back to their seats as Armand steps to the edge of the stage. His piercing ice-blue eyes remain locked on Eric, who is desperately trying to disappear into his seat. “Eric Morris, you have lied to us.” The Elder's smooth voice is firm and echoes through the Hall. “Your lies caused Walker's outburst. Yes, he should have controlled himself, and his punishment was just, but it would never have happened if you had not lied. We do not tolerate lying in our house, especially when it could have cost someone their life and future. You lied, knowing what would happen to Walker KnightWolf if we had found him guilty. He would have received ten lashes for every death. That's 180 lashes. If he were still alive after that, he would have spent the next 360 years in