All Chapters of Torn Between Her Alphas: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

RYDEN “Amelia!” I reached out for her before she faded from my vision. “Alpha Ryden?” someone called my name, gripping me in the wrist. “Ryden, can you hear me?” “Ren?” I cracked my eyes open. The first thing I saw was his blurry face and deep sadness in his eyes. “Where’s Amelia?” “Drink.” He offered a glass with a plastic straw for me to sip on it. I pushed his hand away. “Ren, where’s Amelia?” “What do you remember?” He put the glass down and looked at me. I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer so I could look him in the eye. “Answer me or I will fucking break your wrist.” “Calm down, Ryden.” Zarah came forward.I let Ren go, still feeling disoriented. “What happened? Where’s Amelia?” Then I realized I was in the infirmary, and I felt my body hurt, especially my abdomen and my neck. “Did I get stabbed? Is everyone okay? Tell me Amelia is okay?” “You can feel her if she’s alive or dead, Ryden, but you missed out on a lot of things.” “Oh, thank Goddess.” I sat st

AMELIA What the hell am I even doing here? Guilt was real, constantly clenching my chest, and the effect was clusterfucked. I wished I could just stab myself for penance, maybe, inflict the pain so I would suffer instead of his, but life didn’t always go as we wanted it to be. Instead, here I was at the bar alone when I should be at Ryden’s side, self-loathing— I kept recalling what happened in my head, and I wished I could go back there and change it. “Give me the strongest you have,” I told the werewolf bartender. It was disgusting that I could smell a woman’s arousal from him. I hoped he washed his hands before he got back to work. “ID, please?” I groaned before I let my eyes glow. Couldn’t he smell me? He nodded and poured me a shot of Tennessee whiskey. “Thanks.” I gulped it in one shot, making me grimace. The alcohol was nothing compared to the guilt and conscience that burned in my throat. I put the glass down and asked for another. “Hey. Can I ask you something?” He

AMELIA The next day, I received a bouquet of roses, though, and I burned it to ashes when the initial on the card was L instead of R. He probably expected to meet me tonight. I still couldn’t get him out of my head even before going to bed. I didn’t know why. My stomach twisted in knots, but every time I thought of his face, it made my heart flutter. Another beautiful morning. I supposed it was another beautiful morning, bright sun streaming through the opened curtain window, blue clear sky, and another breakfast I missed— intended to miss if I were to be honest. I ghosted everyone because I couldn’t even look them in the eye. I couldn’t even look Ryden in the eye without feeling the knife sink and twist in my chest. It was the guilt that taunted me from stabbing him and meeting a man behind his back. I mean, who stabbed a mate twice? The reason may be valid, but the trauma was real. And it broke my heart thinking that it left me no other way to save him. The word save seemed ab

AMELIA “So this guy is an asshole,” he muttered. His gaze was glued to the movie we were watching. I glared at him as I pointed at his laptop screen on the bed table. “He’s a good guy, Alpha. Okay, I admit, I found him overbearing, arrogant, overconfident, cocky, self-centered—” “That’s a lot, ladybug. And I told you he’s an asshole.” I groaned as I stuffed a few french fries into my mouth. It was unladylike but I was hungry, and he saw me. “Shut up,” I said with my mouthful. “As I was saying.” “Chew what’s in your mouth, Amelia.” He was making fun of me, and he didn’t even try to hide it. “As I was saying, yes. He’s a grade-A asshole, but later on, he saved his brother and a lot of people. He’s kinda a handsome anti-hero and later on becomes a hero.” “You just like his face.” I smiled as I looked at his face. “You’re more handsome than him. And I like your eyes better.” I dipped the fries into the ketchup and offered it to him. He bit and ate it. “Thanks.” “Now, let’s watc

AMELIA “I’ve sworn an oath to the people who trained me that I would bring the secrets to my grave. If it’s the only way to earn your trust, then so be it. I’ll pay for the consequences of my actions from now on.” “What are you talking about?” Kailin asked. “We’ll pay it together,” Ren backed her up. “Wait. Wait.” Theia raised her hand. “If this secret will put your lives in danger then no need. Our lives are already in danger, and I’m sure we can figure out how to find the bitch and the bastard just fine.” “It’s not their lives will be in danger, Theia. It’s ours,” Ryden told her which made her face ashen. “Because we’re close to them. We are the collaterals.” “Very well. We’ll find another way,” Zarah agreed. She finally calmed down. “There’s another way but he might ask something rare in return,” Ren told Zarah. “And you may not like it,” I added. “We don’t care as long as we can locate that bastard,” Theia said. “I agree. As long as he won’t ask for a barbecue unicorn.”