All Chapters of The Demoness Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The hills around, fields, trees and the sunny afternoon made me feel nothing but familiarity and placidity. I never thought I would be able to come back here again. Especially in this situation. I have always been a fan of nature. It's simplicity and calmness. So despite the problems involved, I couldn’t help but feel comfortable with what I saw. As if I am now at my own peace. At my safe haven.Standing in front of the lofty mansion, I turned to my companion. My fears came back when I saw the continuous dripping of his blood."Aren't you going to the hospital? It's not just glass that's the reason, Sage. You got shot!" I said hysterically because I was sure he would say he would be the one to treat there even if he needed a doctor."Is there a hospital near here? Or maybe, a clinic? What if that doesn't stop the bleeding-" my voice trembled so I stopped midway."It's just a touch. I will fix this. Going to a public place is dangerous for you," he s

"Here ..." Sage dropped my luggage on the sofa."Thanks." I stood up and opened it, first checking to see if the phone was there. I wasn't really expecting to find it, though. I 'm just hoping. When someone remembered I sighed. The cellphone fell on the floor of the van when it hit a tree."I'll just get dressed," I said after getting dressed.Leaning on the sofa, he nodded.Honestly, I'm not sure what to do to solve my problem. I want to solve this my way but it looks like Sage is determined to keep me safe here while letting his men investigate. From what he heard from Sandro earlier, I'm sure he's doing something to find out what's behind it all. As much as I want him to step aside and let me handle my problems alone, I know his words are unbreakable this time.Though, at some part, I am thankful that he was there. Without him I would not have known what had happened. Maybe I was already killed. But I don’t regret what I told him earlier.

I sighed and remained staring at the ceiling. No matter what I do, I can't sleep. If I only knew this was going to happen I would have been able to bring sleeping pills. I am alone in this huge, unfamiliar room and it's uncomfortable.The room is not scary at all. In fact, the interiors look medieval and it's actually nice. But when I innovate it's really like this. According to the Doctor, it's just like that when you experience trauma. She said it will change eventually, when I'm already fully recovered. But I no longer have hallucinations so why is it still here?I sighed and rose up. Maybe it's also a result of my sleep this afternoon so I'm not sleepy now. A glass of milk will help, perhaps? Right. I will drink milk to sleep. Maybe Sage is asleep now? Or maybe not. Maybe he's entertaining some calls ...I slowly opened the door and looked down the hallway. There was no sign of anyone there. I briefly looked at the other room, where Sage was. My lips protrud

Staring at the white ceiling, I couldn’t decide whether to get up or just stay in the room. I clearly remembered what happened last night. The way his lips touched mine ... The way he made me feel the warmth I was longing for many years. The way he controlled himself from going beyond his limits. I close my eyes and sigh. The same reactions. The same feelings. Everyone is coming back. Or maybe it's not right to say come back because it's not really gone. The truth is, it was only buried by pain, concealed by the time. It was caged in a frozen bastille, and now awakened, once again. Now I regret why I didn’t listen to him first. If I only let him speak first, he won't suffer from my wrath for years. I wish he was by my side when I needed a companion. Now, after all I’ve discovered, after all the things I realized, I realized the love I had before was too shallow. I was drowned in my

The plan was very clear. I will be giving the tape on the night of Sage’s birthday celebration. I didn't have the money to buy an expensive gift so when Rose gave me the idea I did. She helped me in it, and I paid for the burning of the tape. The idea of ​​giving it to him was so fulfilling, I still worry. They say, a hard -earned gift is worth more. I held onto that belief, so I was complacent that Sage would like that. I was so ready that night. I rehearsed how I will greet him, how I will greet his family. The idea made me nervous, and at the same time, it felt surreal. "How ... how did you get it?" my voice was so weak that I could hardly hear it. He licked his lower lip. Slowly, he closed the distance. He stood in front of me and took the tape. He stared at it and gently traced his fingers to the initials I had written. And the way he held it with so much care, the way he looked at it with those dark eyes, it