Claimed By The Alpha, Marked By The Biker Chapter 5: My Saviour

Kiana’s Pov;

It was him.

The boy from the other day, the one who had stepped in for when Maddox was humiliating and got beaten for daring to interfere.

I never thought I’d see him again.Not now, not like this..not when I want to end everything.

I wanted to scream at him, to curse him for stopping , to cry until my chest broke open. But the mont my gaze locked with his, the fury in his eyes stole every word from my throat.

His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles trembled, veins standing out like they might burst.

For a second, he looked like he could burn the whole world for daring to hurt . And then... slowly, his gaze softened. He crouched in front of , close enough that I could feel the tremor in his breath.

"Are you insane?" His voice was cold, sharp, yet cracking under the weight of sothing deeper.

"What made you think death would solve anything? Do you even know what happens after you die?" he raised his brow, then tilted his head to the side and exhaled deeply before continuing.

"Soone who loves you, soone who cares about you will carry the guilt for the rest of their life. They’ll bla themselves forever for not saving you. Is that what you want? Tell , why should death be the only option for you?"

Then tears slid down his face, quiet and raw. And for the first ti, I couldn’t tell whose pain was heavier—his, or mine.

I just stared at him in awe as my heart began to beat fast. He tried really hard to push in the tears but it kept falling automatically.

And so I did what I’ve never done before since I t Maddox, I gave him a tight hug and patted his back.

"It’s okay..." I whispered softly," it’s all over now, it’s over."

"I’m sorry for not finding you early, I’m so sorry for not being able to help you." he sobbed, his voice was shaky and trembling.

My eyes began to tear up and so I held him tightly, then let it all out. I cried my eyes out...the pain, the torture, the tornt and the humiliation.

After we were done consoling each other, he took out for a walk.. holding my wrist protectively as if I’ll disappear if he let go.

We walked through the streets silently for a while letting the weight of what happened sink in between us until I broke the silence finally.

"What’s your na?" I asked him.

He imdiately stopped in his tracks then turned to face with a smirk. "I’m Lysander Wilson but you can call Lysan, senior year just like you but an Art student." He responded, voice low and playful.

I was lost in thought for a second from locking eyes with him properly. And for the first ti, I realized how adorably cute he is.

Not just his looks, but everything about him.Slim but not skinny, light skinned with curly brown hair ,the cutest jawline,eyes that looks like it knows everything about you with just a glance and his cute glasses.

My cheeks ward instantly, and I had to look away, blinking twice before managing to respond. "I’m Kiana Martin, a business student."

He just smiled then shaked his head and muttered under his breath, almost to himself. " Such a pretty girl."

My cheeks were now burning, then he intertwined his fingers with mine and dragged to a nearby arcade.

We spent most of the ti playing the gas and competing with each other. For a few monts, I felt like this was so kind of dream.. because this was the very first ti in my life soone has ever shown this amount of love and care.

From the Arcade he took to his favorite snacks shop and forced to try a new recipe which ca with a pink chrysanthemum bouquet and a side note from him.

I opened the note to read with a lazy smile, and it said.. "Bad days are not the end of the world, Smile because you’re pretty when you do."

"A. Lysan thank you." I purred. He just smirked, then gestured to to try the recipe, which was chocolate baked french biscuit and vanilla iced tea.

I obeyed and took a bite of the biscuit before sipping the tea. It was really delicious, but what caught my attention was how Lysan stares at when he thinks I’m not looking.

His gaze lingered on my lips before rising to et my eyes, slow and deliberate, like I was sothing he wanted to taste. The intensity made my stomach knot, so I cleared my throat just to break the spell.

Finally, he looked away.

"I know it’s kind of strange to ask, especially after... what happened today." he said, his voice low and uneven, "but... would you go to prom with tomorrow?"

For a mont, I just blinked at him, sure I had misheard. Prom? With ? After everything? The question hung in the air, so unexpected it stole my breath.

Then warmth swelled in my chest, so sudden and sharp my eyes stung with tears. Nobody had asked sothing like this in so long—it almost hurt, but in the best way.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. " Sure, I’d love to." I whispered, the words trembling but real.

He just groaned with a soft laugh then muttered, "Thank you Kiana."

I smiled back clutching my pink chrysanthemum bouquet tightly against my chest and wishing dearly if this was a dream I don’t want to wake up.

Just as we were enjoying a little bit of silence and so music from the shop, I got a ssage from an unknown number again. It says,

"et at the east wing of the library at 8pm,I have sothing to tell you."

Who’s this person? Is it Maddox trying to play mind gas with or sobody else?And what does he or she have to tell ? I exhaled deeply and whispered to myself,

"Calm down Kiki, forget about the terrible nightmares you had with Maddox, it’s all over now."

Even though I knew better than anyone that it’s never over, not when Maddox is involved.