After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 109

I took a breath, lifting my hands to press against his chest, gently but firmly pushing him back.

My fingers splayed over the fabric of his jumper, feeling the steady, erratic thump of his heart.

Those hands—hands that had once been used for graceful movements, for creating beauty in music, for delicate, meaningful touches—were once shattered, broken in my last life. All because of him.

A flash of bitterness surged through me as I looked up at him.

“Do you get sad, Ryan? Here?” I placed my hand over his heart, my fingers pressing just lightly against the beating beneath.

He swallowed, his eyes filling with something close to remorse. “Of course I do.”

His voice was barely a whisper, and for a brief moment, he looked vulnerable, stripped of the confidence he wore so easily.

My gaze turned cold as I studied him, taking in the face of the man I had once loved so deeply, so recklessly. “I used to hurt here too, you know. Over and over, a thousand times, maybe ten thousand times more than you could ever understand.

I gave everything for you, and you—” My voice faltered, breaking as the pain of old memories surged up from within. “You crushed that love under your feet, Ryan. You’ll never understand what that felt like.”

Tears stung at the corners of my eyes, slipping down my cheeks and tracing icy trails along my skin.

I wiped them away quickly, hoping to mask my vulnerability, but Ryan’s expression told me he’d already seen enough. His eyes clouded with regret, his lips parted as if he wanted to speak, to defend himself, but no words came.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words and lingering hurt.

Suddenly, a familiar presence caught my attention.

I glanced over Ryan’s shoulder to see Lirian standing at the school entrance, watching us with an unreadable expression.

Seeing us, Lirian paused at a distance, his expression unreadable as he observed the scene.

Ryan’s grip on my wrist was still firm, his desperation palpable, but I felt nothing but a cold resentment. I pulled my hand away, glaring at him.