Chapter 93
Chapter 93
“We need to find her. From the looks of the background, I think this might be Rosewood Park near the college.”
His calm, decisive tone helped ground me, even as panic threatened to take hold.
“Let’s go,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt.
The sedan’s changing direction. It’s headed for Rosewood Park.
The drive to Rosewood Park was a blur, my thoughts racing with worry.
Then we arrived, the scene that greeted us was far from reassuring.
The park was filled with teenagers, most of them gathered in groups, bobbing their heads to loud rock music that echoed through the trees.
As Leo and I stepped out of the limo, a few of them whistled, and some stared at us with misty–eyed expressions, their faces alight with uncharacteristic exuberance.
A scream suddenly erupted, cutting through the noise.
My heart clenched as we pushed through the crowd, heading toward the source of the commotion.
The crowd thickened, with people pressing in to get a closer look, their phones held high as they recorded the scene unfolding before them.
My blood ran cold when I saw what was happening at the center of the crowd.
A woman pinned Emma to the ground and straddled her like a predator.
When I saw the woman’s face, the blood in my body was about to freeze.
The face that bore a slight resemblance to Aria was more than familiar to me; she was Aria’s sister, Sorcia.
She was grabbing Emma’s head, slapping it repeatedly before slamming it into the hard ground with a sickening thud.
“Stop I screamed, but the noise of the crowd drowned out my voice.
Leo was quicker to act, surging forward and grabbing Sorcia’s arms, yanking her off Emma with a force that sent Sorcia stumbling backward.
I rushed to Emma, quickly stripping off my jacket and wrapping it around her shivering body.
Her clothes were torn, her skin marred with bruises and cuts, and she trembled uncontrollably, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“It’s okay, Emma… it’s okay,” I whispered, trying to soothe her as I pulled her closer.
My wolf, Lena, stirred within me, her presence a steadying force.
“Lena, can you help her?” I asked, my voice pleading.
*I’ll do what I can,* Lena responded, her tone somber.
A warmth spread through me as she began to work, her energy flowing into Emma, attempting to heal her physical wounds.
Emma’s shaking gradually subsided, and her breathing evened out as she slipped into unconsciousness in my arms.
I let out a shaky breath, grateful for the temporary reprieve.
“Lena, what’s happening?” I asked, desperate for answers.
*Her body will heal,* Lena said, her voice heavy with the weight of the situation. But her mind… that’s something I can’t fix. She’s been through too much, and staying awake would only break her further. I had to let her pass out so she can begin to heal.*
Tears pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them back.
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After I Amazed the World, the Cold Alpha Regretted
Chapter 93
I couldn’t afford to fall apart now, I had
strong for Emma..
Meanwhile, the crowd had
more restless.
Someone shouted, “That’s Alpha
The murmur of recognition spread lik inte
wildfire, and fear rippled through the onlookers.
People began to back away, giving us a wide berth.
Sorcia, however, wasn’t deterred.
Despite being overpowered by Leo, she continued to thrash and scream, her ey
by’re nothing but a mistress!” she spat at me, her words venomous.
“Lea should be with my sister, not you!”
blazing with hatred.
Her gaze was so full of malice that it mirrored her sister’s–cold, calculating, and full of a deep–seated desire to hurt.
She strained against Leo’s hold, clearly wanting nothing more than to lash out at me.
Leo’s patience snapped.
“Enough,” he said, his voice icy.
“You and your sister will wait for a summons from the werewolf council for what happened today.”
With those final words, he hauled Sorcia away, her protests growing weaker as s the reality of her situation set in.
The crowd, now fully dispersed, left us in a heavy silence, the aftermath of the chaos lingering in the air.
We wasted no time in getting Emma to the hospital.
The ride there felt interminable, every minute stretching into an eternity as I watched Emma’s pale face, her breathing shallow but steady.
I could still feel the warmth of Lena’s healing energy, but it wasn’t enough to ease the ache in my chest.
When we finally arrived, the doctors took Emma into the examination room, leaving us in the cold, sterile hallway.
I paced back and forth, my mind replaying the events over and over, each time more painful than the last.
After what felt like hours, the doctor emerged from the room.
I rushed over to him, my heart in my throat.
“How is she? Is she going to be okay?”
The doctor’s expression was a mix of surprise and concern.
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