Chapter 80: Chapter 80
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. No matter how tight I tried to hold them together, the tremors wouldn’t stop. It felt like every nerve in my body was screaming, my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest. The room was too quiet, too heavy. Even the air felt wrong — stale, thick, full of something invisible that pressed against my lungs every time I tried to breathe.
The Psycho Alpha stood near the doorway, unmoving. He didn’t need to say a word. His silence was louder than anything I had ever heard. His gaze stayed fixed on me, calm and sharp, as though he was counting every breath I took, every twitch of my trembling hands.
I was kneeling on the cold marble floor, unable to lift my head. I didn’t want to meet his eyes. Not again. Not after what I’d seen in them before that cruel calmness that made my skin crawl. I could feel the weight of his stare against my back like a knife poised to strike.
My whole body trembled, small spasms running up my arms to my shoulders. I pressed my palms against the floor to stop myself from falling, but even the marble beneath me felt like it was moving or maybe that was just me.
Please, God..please help me.
The words slipped from my lips before I even realized I was speaking. My voice came out small, broken. I wanted to bite the words back, afraid he’d hear them, afraid he’d mock me for it. But I couldn’t stop. The fear inside me needed somewhere to go, and the prayer was all I had left.
I had never been this scared before. Not even when I was first brought here. Not even when I first saw what he was capable of. This was different. This was the kind of fear that made you feel your soul might crawl out of your skin and leave you behind.
"Please," I whispered again, voice cracking. "Please let me go home."
The Alpha didn’t move. He didn’t speak. I could hear his slow breathing, steady and patient as if he had all the time in the world to watch me fall apart.
My vision blurred from the tears I tried to hold back, and my knees began to ache from how long I had been kneeling. The candlelight flickered in the corner, shadows dancing across the floor like they were mocking me too. My body shook harder, and I couldn’t stop it anymore. The sob broke out before I could swallow it down, and then I was crying. Not the quiet kind of crying. The kind that made your shoulders shake and your chest hurt and the air burn in your lungs.
I covered my mouth with both hands to stifle the sound, but it only made it worse. My breath came out in short, panicked gasps, echoing in the too-silent room. I could taste salt and fear.
I can’t do this. I can’t. I just want to wake up. Please, please, God, I just want to wake up.
I didn’t even know if I was praying or begging anymore. The words came out like a chant, my mind spinning out of control. I wanted to believe someone was listening, that someone out there could pull me out of this nightmare. But every second of silence told me the truth: no one was coming.
The crazy Alpha finally spoke. His voice was low, smooth too calm. "You’re shaking again," he said.
It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even concern. It was observation. Like he was commenting on the weather.
I flinched, my shoulders jerking. I didn’t dare look up. My tears fell faster, dripping onto the floor. I could feel him moving closer, but his footsteps were soft, deliberate. The kind that made you more aware of how helpless you were.
"Do you think your prayers will save you here?" he asked softly.
I shook my head, my breath catching. "I don’t know," I whispered.
"Then why keep saying them?"
Because it was all I had left. But I didn’t say it out loud. I couldn’t. The words were stuck somewhere deep in my throat, too afraid to come out.
He sighed almost like he was disappointed. "You’re trembling like a leaf," he said. "Even your fear has rhythm now."
I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my forehead against the cold marble. My body shook so badly I could barely stay upright. The edges of my vision were darkening, my heartbeat loud and uneven.
"Please! I whispered again, though I didn’t know who I was begging anymore. "Please let me go home. I just want to go home."
There was no answer.
The psycho Alpha didn’t move. I could feel his gaze like a shadow pressing down on me. My fingers dug into the marble until my nails ached. I couldn’t breathe right anymore. The room tilted, spun, then tilted again.
Please. Please. Please.
I wasn’t sure if I was speaking or thinking. My voice sounded strange, distant. I lifted my head slightly, tears blurring my sight. "Please, God," I choked. "Show me a way out. Please let me wake up. I’ll be good, I’ll never complain again. I’ll do anything, just-"
"Anything?" he interrupted.
The word made my stomach twist. I froze. My throat closed up.
He smiled faintly, his head tilting, eyes unreadable. "You’ll do anything," he repeated, as if testing the shape of the words. "I’ve heard that before."
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My lips trembled too hard.
He studied me in silence. I could feel his eyes on me even as I tried to make myself small smaller than small. My heart raced so fast I thought it might stop altogether. The tremors wouldn’t stop; they ran through my body like cold fire.
And then, finally, he stepped back. He didn’t speak again. He didn’t laugh or threaten or mock not out loud, anyway. But I could feel it. The quiet amusement lingering in the air, the cruel patience of someone who already knew how the story ended.
He turned and walked toward the door, his boots clicking softly against the marble.
And inside his mind though I couldn’t hear it, I could feel it something dark and sharp flickered.
She’s breaking faster than I thought. His thoughts were steady, unhurried.
"Inner voice: All that trembling, all that praying how easily the mind cracks when it realizes no one is listening.
He paused at the doorway and glanced back over his shoulder, his expression unreadable.
"Inner voice: She’s finally lost it.
Then he left. The sound of the door closing echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls like a cold whisper. I waited for almost a minute before I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. My body collapsed forward, palms slapping against the floor, my forehead pressing into the marble. I didn’t care how cold it was anymore. I couldn’t feel anything except the dull ache in my chest.
I cried until I couldn’t breathe. Then I cried some more.
When the tears finally stopped, what replaced them was worse emptiness. My mind felt hollow. My heart felt like it was too big for my chest. I lay there, shaking, whispering into the dark even though no one could hear me.
"Please let me go home.
The candle sputtered out. Darkness swallowed the room whole.
I stayed like that for what felt like hours knees pulled to my chest, arms wrapped tight around myself, whispering prayers that sounded more like madness than faith.
Every sound made me flinch the creak of the walls, the sigh of the wind outside, the faint hum of the night. My nerves were so frayed that even silence sounded alive.
At some point, I thought I heard footsteps again faint, slow, steady. My breath caught. I didn’t move. The sound stopped at the door.
But it didn’t open. Was it just my imagination or maybe he was still here
My trembling got worse. My teeth chattered. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore.
"Please..." I whispered again, barely audible. "Please make it stop."
The only answer was the echo of my voice, hollow and small.
I closed my eyes and prayed again not for freedom, not even for life just for sleep. I wanted to close my eyes and not wake up here. I wanted to dream of anything else.
And in that last moment before exhaustion dragged me under, I thought I heard something a low chuckle, soft and amused, somewhere in the dark. No, God please show me a way or a signed to go back to my life and my world and if this is a bad dream, I just want to wake up from it. But it. How can some be this cruel? I need to pray more I said to myself. Running away is no longer an option to me because the crazy psycho always know. And staying here means putting the live of other omegas at risk. Why is he so obsessed with me?