All Chapters of In Between Two Alphas : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Zoey POV I ran faster than an airplane. I had to find blood, or else, I would die. Pretty impressive how a female could run this fast, right? Duh. Finally, I arrived at the hospital. I needed a blood bag now, no matter which means I needed to get it. I must not kill, or else it would create suspicions in this Lake Town. I ran inside the hospital. Sighting a nurse, I ran up to her. "Good day, please, get me a blood bag," I pleaded, grabbing her uniform tightly. "Hello, are you alright?" She asked, trying to check my temperature with her palm. "Go fucking get me a blood bag. I need it for something now, if not, a life would be lost. You're a nurse right?" I asked and she nodded. "If you're in some sort of pain, I would refer you for treat…." "Hey!" I cut her. "Go get me a blood bag," I pleaded, losing myself. My body was drifting into a shape of detriment and my soul was dwindling into unconsciousness. So bad to know how weak Kathrina's body was. "Do you want to die?" I aske

Zoey POV I couldn't believe what I just heard. Would Wendy really want us to ask help from Zita? "Hey Wendy, think this through," I asked her. The question didn't have much impact on her, with the way she behaved. She was less concerned about my problems, like our problems were not the same. If we didn't go for the annual Vampires Meeting, we would be haunted. It's been probably just months since I left but a hundred and two years here. "Come on Wendy, are you telling me to ask help from my sister? My twin sister?" She shook her head at the words 'twin sister'. Of course, what did they mean? They didn't have anything to do with this issue. But they did. My twin sister Zita was one of the people against me leaving the Vampire world. Though she was not born a full vampire, she abandoned her vampiric soul and went on to do magic and become a fae. But the process wasn't easy. As much as she never wanted to leave our former world, she also didn't want bloodshed, though she cou

Zoey POV I threw the ashes of the cigars to the ground. Throwing the stick away, I signaled to Wendy if she had another one. "None," she replied, giving a confused look, perhaps bemused at my thirst for throat-burners. "You should have brought a handful," I told her, walking to the door. "Why Zoey, what's wrong with you?" She asked, giving me a suspicious look. "And what's that stare on your face?" I asked her, suspecting that something was going on in her mind. "I mean, when I used to smoke this, it was to feel warm on the inside…" "Don't lie to me Wendy, here's hot." "I said I used to smoke that for a cold, but now, I use it to erase all my pain." "What pain, Wendy, you can tell me," I said, giving a concerned look. Something was definitely going on on the inside of her. I could tell that she wasn't so happy with the way her life had turned out. "Wen, are you sober of being in this world? Not being able to live freely, always in the shadows. Trying not to be discovered t

Zita POV The look on Zoey's and Wendy's face was baseless, utterly emotionless. I could not believe what they were telling me, and why they were telling me so. "What do you mean?" I asked, breaking the silence that romanced the room. "I mean, Zita, that book, I know you have it with you, just help us with it," Wendy affirmed. Zoey didn't want to say a word. Maybe she wouldn't have said it better, but what ran through my entire body was a feeling of confusion, definite bemusement, and total perplexity. Pretty unsure was what I was. "Why do we need that book? I mean, what do we need it for?" I asked, scratching my head. They kept silent after hearing the question, maybe thinking of what they would answer. What did they need to answer exactly? They knew why they were here, so why would they think of what to answer? "Uhm. We have to use it for something," Zoey finally mouthed out. Her words put me in a deeper state of confusion. "What exactly? What do we need that book for?" "D

Zoey POV Anguish. Pain. Pure anguish. Something that felt like it would never end. Something that gets your heart so destroyed. Something that feels like destiny. The destructive pain I felt was something that I could not withstand. Everything seemed so hot. Like the breeze that journeyed from a far coast never reached my side. If only I could live longer, cause I felt I might die now. The pain is unbearable. No power in me could fight this pain. It felt so destructive. As I had my soul caged in the prison of the coven, I watched as my coven members dined with blood and flesh. Everything seemed so blurry, I couldn't clearly picture what was going on in front of me. Where was Wendy? She was nowhere to be found. I didn't know how she was kept. But as for me, I was locked in this damn cell. None of my senses played a role, and every neuron in my brain seemed dead. I feel like I was not living, like I was dead, like my soul was destroyed. The cell I was put in contained nothi