Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hers To Ruin: Too Late For Regrets Alpha! : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

«ADRIAN» The door cracks open, and Ophelia steps inside, her body clad in a tight body-con dress that hugs her slender curve. Her brown eyes gleam with excitement as they land on me, I know she must have taken her time primping herself up to impress me, judging from her choice of dress and the way her hair was stylish delicately, her bangs flowing down her narrow shoulders. But the moment Ophelia spots a third party in the office. Ryan. Ryan’s sitting in the far corner of the office, arms crossed, smirking, his posture exuding disdain as he looks back at her contempt. She froze. Her face drained of colors, and the smile on her face vanished. She was not expecting to see him there. Her confidence begins to shift as she quickly lowers her head. She suddenly looks timid and small as she fidgets with her fingers nervously. “Goddess! Who am I seeing? Is that really you, Ophelia? Did you come back from the land of the dead?” Ryan exclaims but his voice drips with mockery and O

« CLARA » I try to move my body or to open my eyes but I couldn't, all I felt in response was pain. Pain. A dull, aching pain that spread through my body. Why can't I seem to move? Suddenly I begin to hear unfamiliar voices in my head, eliciting my body to tense in panic. “How is she?” A deep voice speaks, I could feel the concern in his voice. “Why hasn't she woken up?” “I have tried all my best, Lusaka,” the voice of an elderly woman replies. Her voice is soft and soothing, like a mother speaking to her child. ”We can only place our hope in the Moon Goddess.” Somehow, their voices calmed me down and my muscles slowly relaxed. If they were bad people, they wouldn't have sounded so concerned and worried about me. My body, so weak, gives in to exhaustion and I let myself drift back into the deeper part of the darkness. ~~~~~~~ “Ah,” A groan slips out of my lips as I slowly open my eyes, my brows fluttering, I stare at the ceilings, my vision blurry at fir

« CLARA » I woke up groggily, my head pounding and my body feeling heavy. I don’t know when I fell asleep again or how long I’d been out. Holding my head while staring at the white ceilings, the last thing I remembered was Savanna giving me a bitter herb to drink before Brandon, carefully re-dressed the wound in my shoulder. After that, darkness pulled me under. Slowly, I glance around the familiar hospital ward, expecting to see Savanna or Brandon. However, I catch the sight of a brunette sitting closer to my bed with worry written on her face while she sleeps with her head positioned on the edge. She looked just as I remembered, her chocolate brown hair which spills over her face matches with her warm brown eyes. But her once chubby body now appeared slender. "Ravenanna?" I gasp in shock, my throat feels dry so it comes out low and raspy. Hearing her name, her body jolts awake and she lifts her head fast to look at me, her brown eyes goes wide with bright smil

« CLARA » With the help of the rogue nurses, I am being carefully placed into a wheelchair. Ravenanna has suggested we take the car, which would be the fastest way to get to the pack house, but instead, I tell her I want a small walk. Since I cannot make use of my legs yet, a wheelchair is provided for me. Standing behind me, Ravenanna grips the handles firmly and she leans down to my face, her voice whispering softly to my ear. "Ready?""Hm," I bob my head at her, and then we begin our slow journey out of the pack hospital. The moment we reach outside, the cool air hits my face, and despite feeling weak, I can't help but breathe in appreciatively. It feels so good to be out of the confinement of the hospital. Also, since I was a child, I hated the smell of sterile, medicines, and everything else that comes with it. As enjoy our leisurely walk, I can't help but notice how completely different this whole place is from any pack I have ever seen. What made me even more surprised w

«CLARA» I lower my head, visibly relieved that it has all ended.Ravenanna limps over to me, her arm still pressing against her wound. "Are you okay?" she asks, concern softening her face."I should be the one asking you that," I reply softly, reaching out to touch her arm. "Rav, you got hurt because of me, I beg you not to ever do it again.""Clara, Shantel is a bitch!" She snaps, still fuming. "I won’t stand by and let her or anyone talk about you like that."I sigh. "Thank you, Rav. But I need to figure this out on my own. If staying here puts the people in danger or makes enemies within it, I’ll leave. I won’t let anyone get hurt because of me, I'm not worth it."Ravenanna grounds her teeth but doesn’t argue further with me. Instead, she nears me, careful not to jostle her injury. "Come on, let's get you settled in."I nod but before leaving, I turn my wheelchair and face Brandon. "If you don't mind, could you please bring the first aid box for me?""Of course, I don't mind," Bra