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 real? Who and what should

at me and even the image made my

Luther from the very bottom of my heart. He'd been so strong, even after so much had been

I should kill Theo. He'd taken the love of my life away from me. I needed to avenge Luther and I wanted Theo to feel the pain I'd felt when he killed

killed him...”

whispered my

his fingertips on my cheek but I couldn't open

was cracking into a million confused pieces and if it wasn't wrapped

happening to me!?“ I screamed. My head felt like it was splitting in

to my temple, trying to stop the memories from ripping me apart,

was a coldhearted murderer

see through the rain and the blinding pain that pounded against

at my own hands.

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 my head

two voices screaming at me

the way in and end Theo!

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

voices battled louder and louder, screaming at me. My vision blurred as the pain in

over the other and I narrowed my eyes, glaring

I pulled

panted in

into his arms and feel his strong embrace. I didn't know why, but he made me feel safe, even though he was

eyes with him. My mind reeling, my hands

Ciana. You have my love, my heart, and

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

supposed to

want, Ciana?" he asked,

"Stop!" I screamed.

It stuck out of his chest but he didn't

and covered my legs. I saw traces

pounding and throbbing. I cradled my

Luther. Theo. Theo. Luther.

wrapped in the arms of someone that loved me and that I loved too. Such warm, tender moments that couldn't be

I couldn't put the pieces together and that terrified me so much! Was there anything

the heels of my hands into my

tighter, hoping to block out the pain, but

do something... anyone..." I begged whoever was

"Ciana!"

I opened one eye and saw him half-kneeling in front of me. His blood was

up into his 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 him he'd float away

my heart, feeling it thud heavily against my chest like it was

unsure