Chapter 106 Burning!
|| Author POV ||
Lilia stepped into Rosa’s room only to find her sitting on the bed, knees pulled close and arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes were fixed on a distant corner.
A pang of helplessness struck Lilia’s chest.
Rosa didn’t move even when she sensed Lilia’s presence. Quietly, Lilia placed the breakfast tray on the bed and lowered herself beside Rosalie, careful not to startle her.
“Dear, look at me.”
Her voice was soft as her hand gently stroked through Rosa’s hair but Rosa remained motionless.
“Rosalie?” she called again.
She received only silence. Lilia sighed heavily and gently pulled at Rosa. Slowly, Rosa’s rigid figure softened when Lilia pressed her head against her side, drawing her into a comforting hug. Her hand moved slowly, caressing Rosa’s arm with careful tenderness.
“Don’t break down, Rosalie. You are strong. Trust me, he will not hurt you.”
But Rosa didn’t cry. She stayed silent in the elder’s arms and Lilia was wrong. So wrong.
He had hurt her—so deeply, so completely like no one ever had. He had shattered her soul. She was left with nothing but broken pieces.
“Everything will be alright.” Lilia murmured again. Rosa’s fingers curled around Lilia’s sleeve.
“Nothing.. will be alright.” Rosa whispered through her tired hollow voice.
“He..” Rosa swallowed. “He locked me again. He.. uh-um not an animal.” Her eyes almost teared.
Lilia tugged her lips inside and patted Rosa’s side soothingly. Rosa’s broken words were painful to hear.
“Don’t say that. You are such a sweetheart. I know it feels impossible right now, but you are stronger than you think. You will get through this. You are not alone. Your sister is here.”
Rosa just blinked.
Gently, Lilia broke the hug and brushed Rosa’s hair away from her face with tender fingers like a caring sister. She offered a soft smile to the broken girl.
“Come, I’ll feed you.”
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|| At Night ||
The wine glass clinked sharply against the glass table. Killian poured another shot. Golden liquid trembled in his hand before he swallowed it in a violent gulp.
The mini bar of his mansion loomed around him. The shelves were heavy with bottles.
Six pristine bottles sat on the table. An empty one was abandoned beside them. He was drunk but the liquor did nothing to numb the storm inside him.
He was going mad, consumed by a hunger. He hadn’t seen her today–he didn’t want to meet her and show her his miserable state.
Killian poured again. The amber liquid spilled slightly over the rim but he barely noticed. His hair was a mess. His coat lay discarded on the floor. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the pale skin of his hard collarbones.
Killian flapped his shirt open further, chest heaving, lungs burning as though he could drown the pain in his own chaos. Each breath was heavy.
Madness simmered behind his dark blue eyes.
He couldn’t shake Albert’s calm threat. It burned in his mind, twisting every thought, making focus impossible.
Albert had trapped him in a merciless bind. Left him with no way out.
Even if he married Elara, he would lose Rosalie. And the second option? The same—his rabbit would still slip from his grasp.
He knew Elara had feelings for him from the first day she saw him when Albert introduced them. But he had no attraction toward her.
He wouldn’t marry her. Ever.
What can he do? Every path promised loss. Every heartbeat pulled him toward obsession and his madness.
Killian was burning. His skin radiated heat. The glass trembled in his hands while fingers tightened on it. He was seconds from shattering it before finally throwing the glass across the floor, breaking it into pieces.
He wasn’t afraid of anyone.
Not even Albert.
Killian grabbed a full bottle of dark whiskey and smashed the neck against his mouth, chugging the liquid in one reckless gulp as if trying to drown himself in it.
“When did I become like this?”
Killian whispered to himself, wiping his mouth carelessly. He had never drank this much before.
He burned from the inside out. His blood, his desire, his anger—all igniting into a volatile storm.
His mind was fogged, clouded with desire and fury. He refused to think about leaving her. He wouldn’t.
Why don’t they fucking understand?
Why doesn’t she understand?
Killian swallowed the lump in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Fingers raked through his messy hair before he slumped against the couch. Grunts escaped him like a caged animal.
A white-hot need surged through him. His veins were freezing with tension. His eyes narrowed darkly, scanning nothing but everything at once.
“I can’t. Haah~” Killian muttered, tilting his head side to side, whispering to himself like a man on the edge.
“I won’t.”
Curse words spilled from his lips—a torrent of frustration, pain and obsession that filled his chest unhealthily.
His fists curled, knuckles white and teeth locked together. Fingers tangled in his silky hair and he bit down hard on his bottom lip. A sudden burning clarity hit him.
‘I need to see her.
Her eyes... they should be on me, right now!
I want–no! I need her.’
Another tortured grunt escaped him. Killian forgot everything else. Rising in one swift motion, he grabbed his coat and stormed out to head upstairs.
To her.
He needed to do something lethal now.