Chapter 150 Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Chapter 150
Rose's pov

“I need your help,” I said immediately when Laura opened the door, the words rushing out of me before I could breathe.

“I was wondering when you were going to come. And you know you didn’t even have to ask—you’re welcome to sleep in my room whenever you like.” She turned her back to me as she walked deeper into her room, casual, unaware of the storm spinning in my chest.

Following her from behind, I shook my head. “That’s not why I am here. That’s not the help I need.”
She stopped and turned to face me, her brows drawing together.

“Oh. I thought since your room is ruined you want to sleep in my place,” she said.

“How can I sleep in a time like this?” I asked, my voice tighter than I meant it to be. She sighed, shoulders drooping slightly.

“So what help do you seek from me?” she asked, and I stepped closer, lowering my voice.

“I need your help in breaking Kavian out of his cell.”
Laura’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating like she’d been slapped.

“What? You can’t be serious,” she said.

“I am,” I answered, steady despite the panic clawing at my ribs.

“That’s too risky,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“I don’t care. I have to try something. I can’t allow him stay there. You and I know Kavian isn’t the monster they’re painting him out to be. He risked everything to help us—we owe him.” I said, and she looked at me long and hard.

“Why don’t you just beg your father?”

“You think I haven’t done that? This is the only option. Plus, Kavian’s father is coming, and it’s only he that can save us from him—but we have to act fast,” I said, and Laura went quiet, thinking, her face shifting through worry and calculation.

“Alright… so what do you want me to do? How do we break him out of the cell? It is heavily guarded.”

“Don’t worry. I have a plan,” I said…

Author's pov

The four guards stationed at the dungeon entrance where Kavian was kept were huddled together, deep in conversation. Their faces were tight with anger and grief, still carrying the raw sting of what had happened earlier when Rose’s mates—Arman, Roshan, and Shirin—fought, killed, and injured their fellow pack members. The air around them felt heavy, soured by resentment.

“I have never liked them from the beginning. Always knew something was evil about them,” one of the guards muttered, jaw clenched.

“I won’t lie, they had me fooled. Never knew they were living monsters,” another added, his voice low, haunted.

“It was always obvious to see. Their charms didn’t fool me. They have death in their eyes,” the first man said again, spitting to the side like the memory alone disgusted him.

“I don’t know why, with all the men in the world, the alpha’s daughter didn’t see any good man or men to be mates with, but had to pick the ones from hell—and it is us that suffered for it. Good men died for nothing,” the third guard said, shaking his head bitterly.

“I don’t know why the alpha is still keeping this fool alive. He should’ve allowed us to take our pound of flesh from him, just like his brothers did to us,” the one holding the key said. They all murmured agreement, but none of them dared to act on their anger. They were brave in conversation, not in crime.

Their grumbling halted instantly when a beautiful lady approached the corridor—hips swaying, waist moving with a slow seductive rhythm. They recognized her immediately: Laura, Beta Marcel’s daughter and Rose’s closest friend.

“Lady Laura, what are you doing here?” one of them asked, straightening himself.

“Well, I just came to check upon the strong, brave, handsome warriors of our pack… to thank you all for your good deeds in keeping us safe,” she said, her voice dipped in a soft flirtation that made all four men shift, suddenly awkward and flattered.

“What can I say… we just keep doing our best to keep everyone safe,” the first guard said, puffing his chest a little. The others echoed him with proud nods.

“Oh, you all are so strong and mighty,” Laura said, and instantly the guards flexed subtly, showing off their broad shoulders and chiseled arms.

“Well, you can say that again,” the third man said with a grin.

“I feel very safe just standing next to you guys… but I wish you could protect me from the bad man,” Laura said, her voice trembling just enough to make it seem like a memory clawed at her. The guards’ expressions shifted from flattered to alert.

“What bad man? Tell us who he is and where we can find him. And I swear to you, he wouldn’t see another sunlight,” the one with the key vowed, and the others quickly backed him up.

“Kavian,” Laura said softly. The guards exchanged glances.

“But you don’t have to worry about him. He’s all locked up—he can’t hurt you anymore,” one of them said. But Laura’s breathing changed; she began acting like someone reliving a nightmare.

“You don’t understand,” she whispered. “I can still see him… and what he did to me. He hurts me so badly and then threatened me not to tell anyone—or else he would slit Rose’s neck.” Her voice cracked, and tears shimmered in her eyes.

“Did he force himself on you?” one of them asked, shock and fury twisting his features. Laura nodded slowly, trembling.

“When did this happen? When you visited his camp with Rose?” another asked, and she nodded again.

“I feel so scared… He will kill me now that I’ve told you guys,” she said, her voice breaking into shaky breaths, acting paranoia so convincingly it sank right into their bones.

“You are safe with us. We will protect you,” they said almost in unison, their anger turning into a determined shield.

“Really? Can I see him… to be sure he can’t harm me?” Laura asked, her voice timid.

They exchanged a quick, decisive look… then nodded.

“Okay. Come,” one said as he unlocked the gate leading down to the dungeon.

And together, they began walking inside.

“Here, look at him—powerless. I told you he can’t harm you,” the first guard said, raising the burning torch toward the dark cell where Kavian was being held. Laura clung to their arms like she was still terrified of him, her body trembling against theirs.

“Kavian.” Her name slipped from his lips the moment he stood up. “Laura? What’s going on?”

“Don’t you dare call her name, you monster!” the third guard barked, righteous fury tightening every line of his face. “After what you did to her—have you no conscience? No shame?!”

Kavian stared at him, baffled, as if the man had just spoken in a foreign tongue. But his attention snapped right back to Laura.

“Laura… how is Rose?” he asked.

Laura flinched so sharply she nearly stumbled, hiding behind one of the guards as if the sight of him alone shattered her nerves. The guards bristled with fresh rage.

“I told you not to call her name, didn’t I?!” the second man snarled.

“See?” another said. “He’s hurt her so bad that even in captivity she still fears him—she still sees him as a threat.”

They all glared at Kavian as if he were the devil himself.

“What are you people talking about?” Kavian asked, confusion tightening his brow. “Laura… what’s going on?”

“Please… save me from him. Please…” Laura whispered, acting more frantic now—shaky breaths, trembling shoulders, wide fearful eyes. The men, fueled by anger and a desperate hunger to be heroes, exchanged glances. A silent agreement passed through them as they nodded.

“By the time we’re done with you, you won’t be able to hurt any other lady again,” the first man growled. The one with the key stepped forward and unlocked the cell door while the others drew their swords with cold metallic shings.

“You’re making a big mistake here,” Kavian said calmly as they stalked into the cell like predators circling prey.

“Time for talking is over. It’s time for you to pay for all your sins,” the first man said, lifting his sword—

—but before he could swing it, a loud crack sounded.

He dropped instantly.

The guards whipped around and saw Laura holding a thick iron candlestick holder, its edge smeared from impact, her chest rising and falling sharply.

“What—?” Their faces froze in shock, unable to understand why she would strike the man protecting her.

“Sorry,” Laura said breathlessly. Then she shouted, “Now!”

Rose stepped into view from the shadows—calm, fierce, and utterly determined—and in that single moment, the guards realized they’d been played.

Before they could react, Kavian lunged, unleashing himself upon them.