Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 264

Sarah’s POV

The moment I saw Alexander’s tall figure in the doorway, my heart raced with conflicting emotions.

Part of me was concerned about him–he looked unsteady, his normally impeccable posture slightly off-kilter.

But another part of me wanted to flee, fearing he might try to claim me again. I simply didn’t have the energy for another intense encounter.

I attempted to slip past him, hoping to avoid confrontation. As we brushed shoulders, my wrist was suddenly seized in an iron grip and I was yanked backward with unexpected force.

Without warning, I found myself trapped against his hard chest.

“Alexander, what are you doing?” I asked, breathless with surprise.

His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were hazy with alcohol. He blinked several times, as if struggling to focus.

Even intoxicated, he was breathtakingly handsome-those long dark lashes fanning against his cheeks, his normally intense gaze now carrying an almost boyish vulnerability.

His unfocused stare made me wonder if he even recognized me.

I turned my face away, uncomfortable with his scrutiny. “Let me go, “I whispered.

He closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them to study me more carefully. The dim wall lamp cast a moonlight-like glow across his features, highlighting the furrow between his brows. Recognition finally dawned in his eyes. His expression hardened instantly, lips compressing into a cold, flat line. Without a word, he began dragging me toward the door.

Thea was sleeping peacefully, so I dared not shout or make a scene. I let him pull me along, noting with concern how unsteady his gait was despite his determined pace.

Twice he nearly stumbled, his usual grace compromised by whatever amount of alcohol he’d consumed.

As we approached the staircase, panic shot through me. In his inebriated state, one misstep could send us both tumbling down. began to struggle in earnest.

“Alexander, stop!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down. “Please, stop walking!”

He ignored me completely, his grip tightening painfully around my wrist. No matter how I tried to break free, his hold remained unrelenting.

The pain radiating from my wrist made me break into a cold sweat. As we drew dangerously close to the stairs, my anxiety peaked.

“Alexander! Alexander, stop!” I raised my voice, desperate now. “Don’t go any further! We’ll fall down these stairs and kill ourselves!”

He whirled around suddenly, his eyes blazing with such ferocity it made me flinch.

“That would be perfect!” he snarled. “Sarah Winters, I’d be happy to see you dead!”

His words struck me like physical blows.

The guilt of this realization left me speechless.

“Nothing to say now? Did I expose the truth and leave you speechless?”

“Where’s all that defiance from before? I thought you were so sure of yourself?”

How could I argue? The shame of my actions, even if motivated by love, was undeniable.

I bit my lip and lowered my head, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. probably looked like a scolded child, sniffling pathetically in the face of his anger.

“Don’t play innocent and pitiful with me. That act doesn’t work on me!”

“I made myself perfectly clear today. Stop following me around like a lost puppy. Stop this obsessive pursuit, and stop trying to use my niece to get to me!”

“Sarah, get as far away from me as possible, and if you try this again, l. won’t be so lenient!”

Wasn’t hè supposed to be drunk? Yet he remembered everything he’d said earlier with perfect clarity.

He was still the same-harsh, cruel, without a shred of tenderness.

Nothing like the sweet, affectionate drunk he used to be in our past life together, when he would pull me close and whisper how much he needed me.