I Regret Being Alpha’s Secret Mate novel Chapter 146

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*Lucian, you had no right to keep me here. This matter has nothing to do with me at all, I was not at fault, what should I reflect on My voice was a shaky whisper, My fear a palpable presence.

I fell to the ground and struggled to get up, my hands tightly gripping the door frame. My claws dug into the wood, a desperate tempt to anchor herself.

The basement was my nightmare. My terror was primal, deeply rooted.

It was a shadow that I could never shake off from my heart. My trauma was a living entity, a constant companion.

Even after so many years have passed, I still couldn’t face the darkness. My fear of the dark was a deeply ingrained phobia.

Every night, a night light would be lit in order to fall asleep. I needed the reassurance of light, a constant battle against the darkness.

Originally, it was clearly him who personally rescued me from the basement. My memory of that rescue was vivid, a painful contrast to my

current situation.

Now, he actually imprisoned me in my worst nightmare, punishing and tormenting me, all based on an unfounded accusation, with Ayla’s unverified evidence and baseless accusations. My anger was a burning fire, fuelled by his betrayal.

“Huh!” Lucian laughed coldly. His wolf’s triumph was cruel, heartless.

Ignoring my resistance, he went to break my hand. His actions were brutal, merciless.

I tightly held onto the door panel.

No matter how hard I tried, it was all in vain. My struggle was futile, my strength insignificant compared to his.

Lucian broke my fingers one by one. His actions were deliberate, each break a calculated act of cruelty.

He heartlessly closed the door in front of me. His indifference was a chilling finality.

As the door closed, darkness enveloped me. My fear was immediate, overwhelming.

I immediately reached out to twist the door, but it had already been locked from the outside. My panic was a wave of icy terror.

The fear buried deep in my heart surged up, and the color quickly drained from my face. My body trembled, her breath shallow.

I became excited, and I raised my hand to knock on the door. My desperate pleas were frantic cries for help.

‘Lucian, open the door and let me out! Without any evidence, what gives you the right to lock me up?!”

But there was no response from outside. My hopes began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of dread.

‘Lucian, listen, let me out! You had no right to lock me up! Release me!”

No one responded to me still. My terror grew with every passing moment.

I trembled with fear, desperately trying to calm myself down, fumbling in the darkness to turn on the light. My instincts were screaming at her; she needed light, needed to see.

Trembling in the darkness, pressing down fearfully and groping, I finally found the switch. My wolf’s hope was a fleeting ember.

Hope ignited in my heart, and I couldn’t wait to open it. My anticipation was a desperate clinging to hope.

But the darkness still remained in front of my eyes. My hope was crushed, replaced by a wave of icy terror.

The basement’s wiring was cut by someone.

My knees went weak, and I slid down the wall. My body gave way under the weight of her fear.

The newly ignited hope was extinguished once again, plunging me into endless panic. My terror was complete, a suffocating blanket of fear.

I could only keep knocking on the door. My desperate pleas were raw cries of anguish.

‘Lucian, you opened the door!”

I didn’t know how long I had been knocking, how long I had been shouting, but there was still no response from outside. My despair was a suffocating weight.

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This punishment was too harsh My body began to fail under the rain of fear

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