Chapter 778

Nina:

I had no idea what was going to happen.

But Sawyer had left, leaving Mr. Green behind to watch me.

“Come on, drink some of this,” he urged, holding out a glass of fresh orange juice.

“Don’t act like you care,” I snapped, frowning at him.

“If you did, you’d unchain me.”

I looked him straight in the eye.

How could he forget about me?

Sure, we didn’t have a relationship, but let’s not forget we had been sleeping

together for the past year, ever since Sawyer fell into a coma.

I had trusted only Mr. Green.

He was the one closest to Sawyer.

Sawyer had told him everything about my father.

Where he was. Where his stamp was.

Where the documents were. Where the keys were.

“Nina, please. You know how dangerous he is. Don’t make me do something that’ll

get me into trouble. I have children at home. My wife is pregnant.”

The moment he said that, I turned my face away in disgust.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, gently lifting my chin.

“What do you want me to do?”

I could tell he still remembered the moments we had shared.

Whenever he came to work, we would end up in bed together.

In his mind, it was as though we were married.

For me, though, I wanted Sawyer back.

But now that Baxter had woken up, and I had realized how insane he was, I regretted not getting rid of him when I had the chance.

He should have died.

I didn’t love him enough to fucking lose my blood for him.

And his claims that I was lucky enough, or special enough, to be spared were complete bullshit.

If he truly cared about me, he wouldn’t hurt me.

He wouldn’t choose Madeline over me.

I wondered if he drank from her the way he drank from me.

Never.

A lycan would never feed on another werewolf like that.

He only did it to me because I was human.

Human blood was sweet.

“I want you to free me. Or at least tell me where my father is. Is he okay? Is he dead?” I asked, sniffling.

“He’s fine. Your father is in a safe place. I know everything about it, but I can’t help you. You know how dangerous he is. He gives me the creeps,” Green replied.

I rolled my eyes internally.

Coward.

Why was my luck always so terrible?

Why couldn’t I have someone who would risk their life for me?

I was certain that if Madeline had

been in my situation, Elgin, Graham, and Baxter would have thrown themselves in front of any danger without a second thought.

Every single one of them would have risked their lives for her.

I was the unlucky one.

I was still staring at him, trying to figure out how I could convince him to help me,

when suddenly his phone began to ring.

He looked at me.

Then toward the door.

Then back at the screen.

Finally, he answered the call.

“Hello. What’s going on?” he asked with knitted eyebrows.

“What? Are you fucking serious?”

The way

ted to the call, the

way he looked at me, and the

sudden smile that spread across his

face

e told me it hau

to be good news.

Something he hadn’t expected.

“That’s amazing. Okay. Okay, bye. Bye, bye,” he said before ending the call.

Then he looked at me.

“There is good news.”

He immediately pulled out the keys and started unchaining me.

“What? What is it? Tell me,” I urged, even more excited than he was.

“That fucking Lycan was caught.

Baxter and Daniel tricked him. They exposed him in front of a huge crowd and forced him to transform. Now everybody knows Sawyer

doesn’t belong here. He’s bebind bars.”

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The news hit me like everything I had been waiting to hear ever since I had been chained here.

A smile spread across my face as he removed the last chain.

The moment he finished, I threw myself into his arms like someone rescued from a nightmare.

He caught me effortlessly.

“Oh, my baby. Are you okay?” he asked, cupping my cheek.

“I will be once you get me away from here,” I replied.

He smiled and carried me in his arms.

“Of course. I’ll get you help, and then I’ll reunite you with your father,” he promised

as he carried me out of the room.

I was no longer a prisoner.

Neither was my father.

“No,” I said shakily.

“Take me to my father.” I insisted.,

“But you’ve lost a lot of blood,” he protested, still carrying me as he hurried out of

the mansion.

“No. No, no. Please take me to my father. Once I see him, I’ll go and get treated. Please.”

He stopped beside his car, still holding me in his arms.

After a brief hesitation, he finally gave in.

He placed me in the passenger seat, buckled me in, then hurried around to the

driver’s side.