After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 128

My arm was wrapped in several layers of bandages, with a few small spots of blood visible through the gauze.

I knew the sight was a bit shocking, but it was nothing compared to the scars Lirian himself bore.

I had seen them in our past lives, marks of battles he’d survived, some even threatening his life.

But despite the relative minor nature of my injury, Lirian’s face remained stern, as if he were facing something far more serious.

The memory hit me with a cold, unrelenting force.

I'm back to the kind of life I had in my last life, where the corridors of the school became a battleground.

I remembered the bruises, the whispers, and the taunts orchestrated by Linda.

She seemed to delight in spreading rumors, pushing others to do her bidding, while she stood on the sidelines, watching with a twisted satisfaction.

Each day, I came home covered in bruises, feeling smaller and more isolated than ever.

That day, though, something different happened.

I’d barely made it through the front door when I ran into Lirian. He was there with a message, his expression so serious that I almost forgot the ache in my arms and the dull pain in my side.

“Ethan asked me to look after you tonight,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “He’s working late at the office.”

Lirian took off his suit jacket, tossing it over a chair, and loosened his tie.

There was a look in his eyes that froze me in place—a coldness, a steely glint that hinted at something darker, something dangerous.

His gaze moved over me, catching sight of the fresh bruises on my arms. His lips tightened, and I could see the anger boiling just beneath the surface.

He looked at me, and without any need for explanation, he understood. “Sophia,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You don’t deserve this.”

I swallowed, unsure how to respond.

There was a fierceness in Lirian’s presence that intimidated me, but it also felt strangely protective.

With a final flick of the cigarette, he dropped it to the floor and looked at me.

“Sorry,” he murmured, loud enough for me to hear. “Sophia doesn’t like it when I smoke.”

I stood frozen, watching as he proceeded to deliver a brutal lesson to each of them. He moved with a calculated fury, each strike efficient and fierce.

And when his shirt got in the way, he tore it off, revealing a chest and arms covered in scars, each one a reminder of the life he’d left behind. I couldn’t look away.

The Lirian I knew—the soft-spoken man who brought me tea when I had a cold and who quietly stood beside me—was gone.

This was someone else entirely, a man capable of unimaginable ruthlessness.

When he finished, the boys lay scattered across the floor, groaning in pain.

Lirian wiped his hands and walked out, finding me exactly where he’d left me, standing in awe just outside the doorway.

He raised an eyebrow. “Revenge,” he said with a casual shrug, as if the whole ordeal was nothing more than a casual errand. “Next time, tell me instead of hiding it. I told you I’d protect you for as long as I live.”