After I left, the twin Alphas went crazy novel Chapter 61

Without a second thought, I walked over to Lirian. Ignoring the blood and the obvious pain he was in, I gently touched his arm, checking his injuries.

"Are you alright?" I asked, my voice low.

Lirian shook his head with a small, flattered smile.

"I’m fine," he said, though the blood dripping from his wounds told a different story.

Even though Lirian tried to act tough, I could see he was struggling to stay on his feet.

I waved down my family driver, who had been waiting nearby.

"Take him home," I instructed.

As the driver came over, Lirian turned his head, and I caught a glimpse of a mischievous smile he directed toward Ryan—a smile that said he had won, despite the injuries.

Ryan’s expression was full of hurt and betrayal, but I refused to let it affect me.

I helped Lirian into the car, and we left without another glance back.

***

As the car sped toward Lirian’s place, I bandaged his wounds with a calm precision, my hands moving automatically despite the worry gnawing at me.

"Why were you there?" I asked, keeping my voice casual as I wrapped a clean bandage around his arm.

Lirian winced slightly but managed to smile.

"I was planning on attending your school," he said, his voice soft but amused. "I was there to check in—didn’t expect to run into this."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised but genuinely happy.

"So, we’ll be classmates?" I asked, feeling a strange mix of excitement and relief.

Lirian nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Looks like it."

For a moment, we sat in silence, the weight of the day’s events settling over us.

Despite everything, a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

Lirian’s presence was comforting in a way I hadn’t expected.

***

That night, as exhaustion finally caught up with me, I drifted into a restless sleep.

My dreams were usually scattered, disjointed memories of my past life.

But tonight was different.

“Ryan! Speak up! I’m your fiancée! Your favorite person! Say something for me!”

But Ryan, slumped and barely conscious, didn’t move, didn’t speak.

His face was pale, ashen even, as if the weight of guilt had hollowed him out from the inside.

His eyes stared blankly at the floor, unable to meet hers.

“Ryan!” Linda’s voice cracked as tears streamed down her bloodstained face, but it was as though he couldn’t hear her anymore. His silence was deafening, and her pleas fell into the void.

Bang—

A gunshot shattered the moment.

Linda shrieked in agony, her hand clutching her arm, now sporting a fresh bullet wound.

The sound of her cry echoed through the darkened room, but no one moved to help her. Lirian, the man holding the gun, lowered it with a sneer, his eyes blazing with hatred as he approached Ryan.

“You promised me,” Lirian spat, grabbing Ryan by the collar and yanking him upright. “You said you’d arrange everything. You said you’d protect her!”

Ryan’s lips trembled, his bloodshot eyes filling with tears that spilled down his cheeks, mixing with the grime and sweat. He looked so lost, so broken, it almost seemed pitiful.

“I… I didn’t expect this…” His voice was barely a whisper, shaking with guilt. “I just wanted to scare her. How could I have known she’d die?” His knees buckled, but Lirian held him up by his shirt, refusing to let him crumble.