The Forbidden Heiress At The All Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 221: Two days without Mercy

ABOUT A MONTH AGO...

A blonde’s heavy, sharp breath burned out of her lungs as she ran through the dense forest. Her feet were sore from running, her skin pale, filled with healed and fresh wounds.

On her back lay a shirtless man, his dirty, nuzzled hair covering his face. He didn’t seem to be moving and was doing much worse than she was when it came to staying alive.

Ava turned around every two seconds, knowing pretty well that she was being chased. They’ve been hunting her for over two days now, ever since Theo collapsed and Cain had asked her to run.

Dozens of wolves had chased them for days. But at least now she was almost out of the Eastern territory. Whatever it was, Cain didn’t keep to his promise about letting them go if Theo won the fight.

Ava scrambled through the woods, and her knees buckled for a second. She was too weak to keep moving. Without any food or water, she felt like she would pass out.

She gained closer and closer to the path where his territory stopped, and finally a bit of hope began surfacing in her eyes.

She was going to make it out.

She would be free.

But Cain wouldn’t let her out that easily, not when he could use her powers, and definitely not when she was carrying the leverage he had over the West.

The Wolves snapped their teeth as she jumped out of their hiding places, forcing her to come to a halt. She couldn’t see a thing, but she could feel everything.

The murderous intention.

The hide-and-seek game they’ve been playing with her is coming to an end.

There were about five of them, and the ones chasing from behind were quick to also catch up.

She was surrounded.

Every snarl caught her ear, sending shockwaves through her body. She looked around, no place to run to as the wolves closed in on her.

She closed her eyes and reached into her wolf, wishing she could somehow activate her powers. The one Theo said she had seen her use to scare off Heather and her friends.

It didn’t come. It wasn’t working. At least, not like this.

She’s never activated it consciously before.

The one from behind lunged at her, and the Sinclair heir slipped from her back as she was slammed into a tree.

Ava groaned in pain as it travelled up her head, before she slipped down the cracked tree with a soft thud. Luna Academy has taught them how to be women, how to be Luna, but fighting wasn’t made a priority for them as women.

The course was optional. Not many took it. She did.

The Teacher in charge never took it too seriously herself.

Whatever Ava learned, she knew she wasn’t half as good as a wolf standing here.

One of the wolves approached the Sinclair and grabbed his arm with its mouth, dragging him away from her.

"No!!" She cried and tried to reach out for him, but another wolf jumped on her and pinned her down to the ground.

She struggled against his trip, but the wolf sank its claws into her shoulders, tearing a scream out of her lungs.

Halfway through the sink, all the wolves suddenly paused. Like, they literally stood there as though they were frozen in time.

There was a blur of movement that followed, so fast she would have missed it if she blinked, and then, one by one, every single wolf dropped dead with deep claw cuts deep inside their necks.

The one atop her looked around, alarmed by the situation as he climbed off her. Ava forced herself up to her elbows as she also scanned the environment, her eyes stopping at the heir who now stood on both feet a few feet away, his hair covering his face while his claws dripped with blood.

The standing wolf slowly began to retreat, its paw taking silent steps back to put distance between them. But immediately the blur happened again, and he joined the others.

Ava gasped, looking up to see that he was now standing by her side. Now that he was closer, she got a better view of his eyes.

Green.

He had an arm extended for her to take. For a second, she thought she might also have been affected by how he had frozen those warriors, but then that wasn’t it.

Her heart was beating way too fast, and she found herself unable to look away.

She was... mesmerised.

Slowly, she took a hand up to place over his. An inch away, and the man’s eyes shut close, and he collapsed, his head falling on her lap.

Ava blinked, stunned.

She looked down at him to see that he had been fully knocked out again. His condition was getting worse, and he needed prompt medical attention. Plus, if they stayed here any longer, it would be dangerous and she wasn’t sure she would be lucky enough two times in a row.

And so, she fought through the pain in her shoulders and threw him on her back.

Her destination? The West.

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A large Metal door embedded with sigils of silver and runes was pushed open from the outside by three large warriors from the outside, and afternoon light fell on a long flight of old stairs that led to whatever was being kept down there.

Right outside the door stood a familiar figure. His blonde hair looked almost golden in the sunlight, a stark contrast to his eyes that had lost the vibrant energy in them.

He had a deadpan look as he stared down the stairs for a few seconds, right before he walked in.

The walls around them were also etched with ruin stones, and they pulsed with light as he walked past them.

In a few minutes, he got to the end of the stairs. About five cells sat in the corner of the place, and they were all empty.

That was except for the one that stood at the end. The doors were different, almost made with the same metal as the ones he came through, etched with more ruins than any wall here.

He walked up to the door and paused.

This was the second time he was coming here. The first was when they had both walked here together.

Liam closed his eyes tightly for a second, forcing everything back. If he didn’t, the person behind the door would see right through him and as much as he didn’t like to admit that he needed someone to talk to, he couldn’t let anyone see how close he was to breaking.

And so, he straightened, smoothed his expression into something passable, and reached for the handle.

He opened it so easily, without a lock, and walked in.

A Familiar man sat on the floor, leaning on the wall with his eyes closed. He had one knee up, and a hand placed on top.

He wasn’t asleep. Liam knew that.

He closed the door behind him, and said, "Father,"