Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 490

Chapter 148: Someone Help Me Please!

*Ciana*

Blood pumped out around the knife, mixing with raindrops and smearing Theo’s skin with red. He reached out to me and grabbed my arms, holding me close to him.

For reasons that I couldn’t fathom, my heart started to ache. Tears started to stream down my cheeks, but were washed away by the rain immediately. Theo was my enemy and I should be happy, but why did I feel this way? Like the knife wasn’t stabbed in his heart, but mine?

His eyes were wide. Confusion and worry flickered through them and I was captivated by his deep, swimming orbs for a moment.

He should have been mad at me, furious at me, but his eyes were soft and unaccusing. I was waiting for him to give me a deadly blow after my assassination attempt, but he didn’t. Instead, he was trying to pull me closer and comfort me like he thought I was going to be upset.

He just stared at me, his breathing heavy and sharp. He looked at me with such deep concern.

‘Ciana… are… are you okay?” he gasped, reaching for my face.

“Why…?” I muttered.

Why did he care? I’d just stabbed him! He should hate me. He should be lashing out.

His utter lack of response had me frozen in place. I couldn’t figure out what was going on with him.

The knife was sticking out of him pretty far, my fingers still curled around the blade, camping in place. It might not have hit his heart all the way or he’d be dead. I’d have to shove it further in to end his life.

My mind screamed at me to finish it but I couldn’t get my trembling hand to move any further. As much as I willed it, my own body turned against me and refused to respond to my goal.

Suddenly, confusing memories burst through my mind.

“Do I love you?” I heard Theo say in my mind, “I love you more than life, Ciana.”

I could almost see the turmoil of pain, care, desire and love in his dark eyes when he said it. No one would ever doubt the sincerity of that pair of eyes and the weight of the words.

What was happening to me? I saw Luther reaching a hand out to me, caressing my cheek. Then the memory flickered and it wasn’t Luther in front of me, it was Theo. His touch was so gentle and loving. It stirred powerful feelings inside of me.

However, with every piece of those memories that appeared in my mind, it was as if thousands of vicious sharp claws were scratching inside my skull, trying to tear my brain into shreds.

I groaned in unbearable pain and squinted my eyes shut. It seemed the only way to alleviate the pain was to stop the crazy memories that flooded me.

Then I saw the vision from the crystal again, how Theo had killed Luther. I saw Luther’s hand outstretched to me in the garden, how I’d taken it and felt so warm and so wrapped in love.

That’s what I remembered of Luther.

And in my head, that was what Theo had taken away from me.

But my heart was breaking for a different reason. My heart was breaking because Theo was bleeding in front of me and I was trying to kill him!

How could I want something so badly in my head when my heart and the rest of my body revolted against it?

I thought I was going

and what was made up anymore. Was

of Theo smiling at me and even the

Luther. I wish for Luther from the very bottom of my heart. He’d been so strong, even after so much had been taken from

I needed to avenge Luther and I

killed

whispered

felt his fingertips on my cheek but I couldn’t open

mind. My heart was cracking into a million confused pieces and

I screamed. My head

one hand on the knife and pressed the other to

worried about me? He was a coldhearted murderer that had killed Luther. He wouldn’t

and

me tight and I stared at my own hands. The memories of Luther were growing more and more distant in my

looming over me and I felt like screaming in terror at that horrible, bleeding moon. The scream stuck in my throat and the pressure in

two voices screaming

knife into his chest. Push it all the way in and

Don’t hurt him! You don’t want to hurt him! He means so much to

louder, screaming at me. My vision blurred

the other and I narrowed my eyes,

snarled. I pulled away

look at me,” Theo panted in

large part of me wanted to fall back into his arms and feel his strong embrace. I didn’t

locked eyes with him. My mind reeling, my hands

was somber. “You have all of me, Ciana. You have my love, my heart, and my

“Wh-what… why are you…”

head. Everything about him was off. He was supposed to be a menacing,

want, Ciana?”

“Stop!” I screamed.

pushed Theo away, letting go of the knife. It stuck out

and gave out and I fell to my knees. Mud and water seeped into my clothes and covered my legs. I saw traces of blood still mixed with the water and mud. How

was still pounding and throbbing. I cradled my head in

Luther. Theo. Theo. Luther.

my mind. There were nights I’d spent wrapped in the arms of

who was it I spent them with? I couldn’t put the pieces together and

and slammed the heels of

tried to close my eyes tighter, hoping to block out the pain, but

I begged

“Ciana!”

of me. His blood was still gushing

face. It was blurry from the pain. He was only inches away but he felt so far away. It felt if I reached out to

heart, feeling it thud heavily against my chest like it

I gasped, unsure what