Chasing And Claiming My Rejected Omega Mate:Alpha's Severe Regret [BL] Chapter 162: Determination

Rory

As I blinked down at the knife, I kept trying to figure out how it got do my pocket, it made no asnaw to . The knife looked like an ancient thing, one rnzt no one was supposed to ss with, and it was right here in my pocket. How did it get here?

Last I rembered before I passed out, Alex had fully drained out my blood and I actually thought that was the point of my death, but surprisingly, I didn’t and up dying. Instead, I woke up and the hole ib my chest was no longer there. I’d have said I had completely dreamt that up if my sister’s dead body wasn’t here right now.

Her body wasn’t that cold which ans it hadn’t been long since I passed out. But my question still remained the sa. What actually happened.

As I turned around to sit on the table so I could try gathering my thoughts together, everything just felt more scattered and humbled up in my head. I stared down at the knife pointedly, wondering if it ant anything. I ended up coming up nothing and I contemplated abandoning by this table but I ended up deciding against that. The knife looked like sothing really important and I wasn’t sure if was a good idea to just leave it here. Not knowing what else to do with it, I ended up shoving it back into my pocket as I got to my feet and stretched my limbs a little.

After that, my gaze darted to the entrance of this spacious room and I began to wonder where Alex was and what he was currently doing. He was the one who had brought here after kidnapping , which ans he’s definitely around sowhere. That ans I can’t even be able to leave freely right now.

I began to curse him out in my mind at once, just as more mories of all the ways he ruined my life resurfaced in my head, and as they slowly flowed in, they all ended with the mory of hin telling he had shot Jason. In that very mont, I went still and found it hard to breathe. Then I lost my footing and stumbled a little before trying to force air into my lungs.

Panic slowly filled up my lungs as I headed straight for the locked doors in the next mont.

Jason’s na kept echoing around in my head as I got to the door. Oh fuck. Alex freaking shot him. Is he okay? Is he still alive? mories of crying right on that table after Alex broke that news resurfaces in my mind and I briefly wondered why I forgot about all this when I first woke up.

The doors weren’t locked when I pushed them open and that made instantly stiffen, breath stumbling to a stop. Alex didn’t lock the door? And I was also untied after I woke up. Does this an he had laid a trap for ?

Panic flowed through my veins at once and I began to pace while trying to gather my thoughts together. I needed to co up with a plan, no way would I allow myself to get captured by him again!

When he previously captured , he had restrained throughout. At least now I wasn’t, and the doors weren’t locked. Which ans I actually have a chance to escape and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. But what if I get caught by Alex?

My mind instantly traveled to the knife in my pocket and I automatically gripped it through the material of my pants just as my heartbeat accelerated in nerves. I was nervous and unsure because this is my first ti doing sothing like this. But I didn’t care, I was gonna make this move this ti. It’s now or never. Jason is already dead or injured because of and I need to see him as fast as possible.

Anger slowly replaced the fear in my chest. All of this ss is because of Alex. He dared to take up all my blood just for his selfish desires on top of everything? Anger like no other gripped tight and I suddenly got consud with the pressing urge to kill him. To kill hin and watch with satisfaction as he bleed out.

My hand returned to my pocket and I gripped the knife tight, reminding myself that I have this weapon with . I didn’t know where it ca from or who owns it, but I was gonna be borrowing it for this. It looked pretty sharp and should be perfect for this.

Of course I won’t be leaving this room to go fight Alex. I knew I was no match for his strength, and now that he’s probably enhanced by my blood, he’d definitely be way stronger than . I’d be leaving this room with the intent to escape, because it’s the logical thing to do. But If I co across Alex, and I get the opportunity to kill him, I’ll grab it without hesitation.

My neck suddenly felt tight and I reached up, and my hand t a- a necklace? I frowned, hand sliding around it. What was a necklace doing around my throat. I untied it and regarded it in confusion. The pendant was a shell, which seed to be glowing in a way. But how did it get here? Was this Alex’s doing? And what did he hope to achieve from doing this? I stared hard at the necklace before deciding to keep it in my pocket. All of this feels weird, first the knife and now this. I want to actually fling the necklace but sohow, a weird feeling in my chest was preventing from doing that.

I ended up exhaling again before pushing the door open again and after a mont’s hesitation, this ti, I actually walked past the doors and appeared in a spacious passageway. I remained frozen in the spot for a few seconds, feeling unsure of where to go first, but on rembering that I didn’t have enough ti to waste and need to be as fast as possible, I soundlessly began to walk down the hallway, and at the end of it, I was t with three identical doors and I almost let out a loud groan of frustration.

Great. Just great.

Three doors. Which one do I pick to try first?

I remained in the sa spot for about a minute before realizing that I wasn’t making any progress with the jumbled ss happening in my head right now.

Having no other choice, I decided to try picking randomly. But I chose to close my eyes and make that decision.

A mont later, I blinked my eyes open and headed straight for the one in the middle. I didn’t hesitate as I tugged on the door handle and pushed the door open.

I wasn’t sure of what I expected to see in here. Probably an empty room, or a stairs that would lead to my freedom. I didn’t expect to et Alex in here. And he wasn’t chilling, or fucking a random person. Instead, he was groaning and clutching his head while pacing around.

He instantly stiffened and ca to a stop and on noticing after whirling around, his mouth fell open and he stumbled a little.

"What- how are you alive?" He blurted out, clearly still in shock and at first, panic gripped , and a startling realization that I’ve just been caught. The first thought that resurfaced in my mind was to run away without looking back.

But a mont later, I noticed Alex stumbled and clutch his head again before coughing out- blood...

My eyes widened as I watched him start to pace around again, and I wondered why he wasn’t attacking . He suddenly stopped and whirled around to point a finger at .

"Since you’re still alive, co right here! I need more blood. I don’t think the one I got from you before you died wasn’t enough, which is why it’s malfunctioning inside ." He coughed out more blood after speaking, I laughed and huffed in realization just as he continued.

"How are you alive though? And I left you tied up. How did you untie yourself?" He continued just as my hand patted my pocket which the knife was nestled in.

Now’s my chance.

"Why should I willingly give you my blood? You were ready to kill . You even thought I died." I breathed out and he grimaced like he regretted his actions.

"It pained to do that, I swear. I care about you, you have to know that," he continued and I laughed again.

"And Jason? Why did you shoot him?" I continued just as a wave of pain gripped my chest tight.

"It was a mistake, okay? I didn’t an to! But at least your second boyfriend is unhard! Now hurry." He responded and I snorted and rolled my eyes before beginning to close the distance between us.

Say your goodbyes now, Alexander...