Chapter 135 Dangerous Situation (1)
Aelira’s POV
The moment Cyrinne Wynthor finishes speaking, two dangerous rogue wolves suddenly step out from the darkness in the abandoned warehouse. My heart pounds violently against my chest as I recognize the threat in their postures.
I turn to Alarion, panic etched across my features, and yell in desperation, “Don’t worry about me! Run away, now!”
I’m painfully aware that Alarion stands no chance in a fight against these ruthless criminals with nothing but his bare bands
If he manages to escape and alert the territorial enforcers, there might still be a chance to save us both. But if he’s captured here as well, then we’re truly lost.
Alarion stands frozen for a heartbeat, his amber gaze burning with fierce determination as he meets my eyes.
“I’m not leaving you behind!” he insists.
Hopelessness clouds my vision–why must this Alpha be so rec Stubborn at such a crucial time?
The rogue wolves exchange a look, their scarred faces lighting up with eagerness. Suddenly, one of them lashes out, kicking hard at Alarion.
Alarion reacts on instinct, dodging aside and landing a powerful punch directly into the attacker’s jaw. The blow rings out through the empty warehouse.
But the second rogue wastes no time, driving his foot into Alarion’s ribs from behind. Alarion doubles over in pain, grimacing as he drops to one knee on the concrete.
Seizing this opportunity, both rogues surge forward, pinning Alarion beneath their combined weight.
In mere moments, they bind him securely with thick rope, overwhelming his Alpha strength by sheer force of numbers.
“Stop!” I cry out, my voice filled with helplessness.
A wave of despair floods over me as I watch them drag Alarion roughly across the floor, his expensive suit now smeared with grime, leaving him looking completely disheveled.
Cyrinne bursts into another fit of wild laughter that chills me to the bone.
“Ha! What an ideal pair of hopeless romantics!” she sneers, her voice dripping with spite.
She suddenly grabs Alarion by the collar, her expression vicious, emerald eyes burning with loathing.
“Alarion, who are you trying to convince with this act of loyalty and regret?” she spits out, “Back when you deserted Aelira, there wasn’t a trace of compassion in you!”
Her voice climbs to a piercing scream, seething with bitterness.
“I despise myself for ever trusting your pathetic deceptions! You absolutely sicken me!”
Alarion matches her glare, his amber eyes alight with a dangerous spark.
“You make me more sick than any stray wolf ever could!” he snaps back.
Cyrinne’s lips curl in a frigid sneer, and she abruptly lets go of Alarion’s collar as if it’s something foul.
If I’d known from the start about your fertility problems, do you really think I would have bothered weaving such complicated plots?” she hisses.
Her tone drops, now sharp as a blade.
*I even orchestrated everything to drive Aelira’s mother to her grave–just to break your pathetic bond with your mate!”
Alarion’s face goes slack, shock freezing his features and draining the color from his cheeks.
With a look of utter revulsion, Cyrinne shakes her head and continues to lay bare her secrets.
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“You’re such an oblivious fool, Alarion! Completely clueless, right up to this second!”
A harsh, joyless laugh escapes her lips.
“Why would I ever fall for a weak and broken Alpha like you? Only someone as naive as Aelira would treat you like you’re something priceless, even to the point of taking fertility herbs just to boost her chances of conceiving!”
Alarion turns toward me, realization beginning to dawn on him, and now remorse and agony cloud his amber eyes.
“Aelira…” he whispers, his voice shattered.
I press my mouth into a hard line and look away, refusing to meet the anguish in his stare. My wolf lets out a quiet whine, haunted by old wounds.
If all of this had come out months earlier, I would have desperately wanted Alarion to finally know the truth and beg for my forgiveness.
But now, his regret means absolutely nothing to me.
Watching them tear into each other like feral wolves should have made me feel vindicated. Yet deep down, I know that even if Alarion wins this fight, Cyrinne will only be more determined to end my life.
Cyrinne’s emerald eyes blaze with wild fury as she readies her final strike.
“What’s wrong, Alarion? Is your heart breaking now?” she taunts. “Let me give you something even juicier, so you can die
with all the facts!”
Her voice soars with victorious malice.
“Do you have any idea whose bastard child is actually growing in Aelira’s womb right now?”
Alarion snaps his attention back to Cyrinne, his glare turning so vicious that he looks ready to leap at her throat.
“Your beloved father, Roderic Riven, hired two expert rogues to attack and violate your precious Aelira during that territory meeting,” Cyrinne reveals, her words dripping with venom.
“But those fools missed their chance, and someone else got to her first! The baby she’s carrying belongs to some
unknown man!
Alarion’s scream, raw and furious, echoes through the warehouse.
“Cyrinne Wynthor, I’ll tear you apart with my own hands!”
Cyrinne throws her head back, letting out a wild, crazed laugh.
“Tear me apart? You can’t even defend yourself, you pitiful excuse for an Alpha!”
She faces the rogue wolves, her command icy and lethal.
“Start the cement mixer and toss them both in–let them be crushed to nothing! I want them obliterated!”
The deafening clamor of industrial equipment suddenly erupts through the deserted warehouse. Particles of dust and cement spin around in the air, forcing harsh coughs out of me.
diny
A rogue seizes my tied arm with a rough grasp, hauling me upright. His hold is so fierce that it feels as if my bones are being crushed together.
“It’s your last moments, little Luna,” he growls.
