บททั้งหมดของ Another Chance: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Luka’s POVI didn't know how to feel in the midst of all of this.It was strange, very strange to see him lying almost lifelessly on that bed, his once glorious skin looking very pale in comparison with the rest of the dark, bloodied sheets. His once silver hair was now a matted mess, stuck to his temples, and even when I took care of some of it, most of his hair fell out again right away. It was even worse to see the older woman who had raised me tremble as she cried beside him, her shoulders shook violently as if she couldn't hold herself together anymore.She looked absolutely terrified. The thought of it alone had me wanting to burst into tears as well. My throat constricted uncontrollably at the sight, my eyes filling up with tears too. How could things have turned out like this? How could he be lying here on that bed, so still, without making a single movement? Was he still alive?What was going on with us?Where was he going when it happened?“Do you think she's going to b

Emily’s POV“I want to take part in the training lessons” I blurted out to Luke as we stood afar watching some of the men train together on an indoor track. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised and a quizzical expression that could only mean one thing. “You do? Why?” I blushed, looking away from him and down at my feet while fidgeting with my hands. “I don’t know… I just wanted to be trained and be able to protect myself” I mumbled quietly. Luke reached up and patted me gently on the shoulder with his hand before taking a step back, looking up into the air as if contemplating something. After several seconds he spoke. “Alright then, I suppose it won’t hurt too much to let you in for now, will it? But we will stop once it gets too intense, especially with your situation” His tone changed when he said the word ‘situation’. “Thanks, Luke” I smiled at him gratefully. We both knew exactly what he meant about me being in ‘a precarious position’. From afar I noticed the red-haired

Luka’s POVI buried my face into her chest, closing my eyes tightly and inhaling deep breaths of her floral scent that filled my nose as well as the room. For some reason, it took me back to those times when I was seven, fourteen, seventeen when I was losing it and she came through for me and I couldn't help myself but take a little deeper breath every time she hugged me. The sensation of having her there, with me, made everything seem brighter. Made the air around me smell sweeter and less bitter. It was the feeling that came from hugging a mother, that was what Claire's hug did to. The old woman patted my back gently. The world had lost its sharp edges for me, and my worries slowly faded away. After a while she released me.I could see the tears in her eyes when she did.“Everything is going to be okay, I promise” She sounded so sure and all I wanted to do was cling onto those words“Thank you” I whispered, I meant it. I stepped away from weird, like I had given my vulnerability aw

Emily's POVIt was the same dream over and over again.Luka was bleeding, the rope digging into my flesh was also making me bleed and I felt so weak , the blood loss was taking too long but the adrenaline rush was keeping the pain at bay, the fear at bay.When he took his final step towards me, I thought for certain that he was going to kill me right then and there and it would've been okay but not with Luka lying on the ground in the pool of his blood like that.He had put up a good fight but was no match for this man who was a master of sorcery and whose strength and speed were unimaginable.After he was done with Luka, he turned to me.“Now that you know that no one else is coming to your rescue, can we continue from where we stopped?” he had blood all over his face and sick grin he wore made me shiver and the feeling of unease in my stomach didn't disappear.‘No one else is coming to your rescue...’ My breath caught as he walked towards me again, his gaze never leaving my face whi

Chapter one hundred and twenty nineUnknown pOVThe memories of when we first met came back to me and I didn’t know what to do with all of it, what was I supposed to do? He didn’t want me.It was just how we used to be when were younger only that he changed somewhere along the line and I couldn’t tell why, it didn't make any sense to me.I felt hurt yet it didn't stop the memories.“Can you stop doing that?” I groaned out frustrated.Why does he keep staring at me and making me flustered?He tilted his head questioningly. “Doing what?”“Staring!” I snapped impatiently.He chuckled and shook his head “Sorry, I didn't notice. It won't happen again”“Good” I whispered to myself, hoping he could not hear it but unfortunately, he still heard me.“Why not? Are you afraid I will read your mind?” he laughed softly, teasingly.Of course, he knew that was impossible, that I'd rather cut open my own arm before letting anyone read my thoughts, especially not him.But I had no idea how to respond s