Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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

bombarded me and I didn't know what was true and what was made up anymore. Was anything I remembered even

saw an image of Theo smiling at me and even the image

I wanted Luther. I wish for Luther from the very bottom of my heart. He'd been so strong,

needed

killed

he whispered my

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

through my mind. My heart was cracking into a million confused pieces and if it wasn't wrapped in bandages, it

My head felt like it was splitting

hand on the knife and pressed the other to my

about me? He was a coldhearted murderer that

to see through the rain and the blinding pain that pounded against

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

moon looming over me and I felt like screaming

screaming at

it all the way in and end Theo!

Don’t hurt him! You don't want to hurt him!

at me. My vision blurred as the

the other and I narrowed

I snarled. I pulled away from him, ready to finish what

look at me," Theo panted in a deep, soothing

back into his arms and

with him. My mind reeling, my hands

was somber. "You have all of me, Ciana. You have my love,

"Wh-what... why are you..."

Everything about him was off. He was supposed

Ciana?" he asked,

"Stop!" I screamed.

It stuck out of his chest but he

clothes and covered my legs. I saw traces of blood

throbbing. I cradled my head in my hands, groaning

Luther. Theo. Theo. Luther.

tell them apart anymore in my mind. There were nights I'd spent wrapped in the arms of someone that loved me and

put the pieces together and

me... who can help me... please..." I whimpered and slammed the heels of my hands into my forehead. It

tighter, hoping to

I begged

"Ciana!"

deep voice cut through the rain and the pain. I opened one eye and saw him half-kneeling in front of me. His

felt so far away. It felt if I reached

my heart, feeling it thud heavily against my chest like it was going to beat right out of my

unsure what to