Chapter 82: Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Sansa's Pov

"Goodbye Logan, best of luck," I turned to leave when he suddenly wrapped his coat around my shoulder to keep me warm on a cold night. I returned my gaze to him.

"Stay with me," Logan said softly, lost in my eyes for a moment. "I mean, if she rejects me, you'll be the one who takes me to the hospital after I collapse."

We both started laughing out loud because our hearts were racing and we didn't know how to be calm at the time.

"I can't go inside with you; you have to be confident," I explained as we stood outside the posh restaurant on a cold night.

"I'm not sure, but you're coming with me." When I became uneasy, he took my hand in his and began to walk inside the restaurant.

There was nothing but darkness inside as if there were only two of us. Going inside with him didn't seem right because I didn't want to face his girlfriend while I was in love with him, I didn't want to show my jealousy to him, and I wanted to protect our friendship.

I came to a halt and removed my hand from his.

"What happened?" He inquired as he returned his gaze to mine.

"I can't go any further; I have to go; I'm sorry," I said, avoiding his gaze.

"It's fine; thank you for being my best friend and always being there for me when I needed someone." Thank you so much for everything," Logan said quietly as I turned to walk away.

My heart was hurting, and I felt like my soul was being ripped from my body as I walked away from my first love. My eyes were about to well up with tears as my chest became heavy.

I wanted to cry, but not in front of him. I didn't want to beg for love when my life had been cruel. Life had been unfair to me before, and I was used to it. Healed me numerous times before.

I couldn't take another step because someone was holding my hand. I returned my gaze to Logan. He took a step back and exhaled deeply.

"I am terrified, Sansa," he laughs nervously.

I kept staring at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about.

"I used to believe I wouldn't be close to anyone and would die alone." He laughed nervously " But you know, you can't choose who you love; love chooses you, and it's up to you to decide whether you want to be with someone or not," In a deep voice, he said

He kneeled and extended a flower bouquet to me.

"Sansa, I have chosen you. Would you love me?" Logan expressed himself romantically.

The woman he loved was always me when I was hurt by the thought of being separated from him, which left me speechless.

He looked up at me with his big, innocent puppy eyes, wondering if I'd reject him. He was waiting for my response while I was still deciding how to respond to him when I already knew what I was going to say.

I extended my hand and took the bouquet from him. I noticed it was jasmine, my favorite flower.

"Yes," I said without wasting another moment, a single tear falling from my eye and my heavy chest lightening up.

There was music playing, all the lights were turned on, and we were both standing in the middle of the huge hall, in the spotlight, with a few people clapping and cheering for us.

Logan wrapped his arms around me, and I hugged him back because I couldn't say anything about what was happening to me. I remained speechless.

I used to wonder how people fell in love with each other and spent the rest of their lives together. Not all of them are special, but some of them are, and they care for and love each other until their last breath.

How am I supposed to find that special someone who will always love me? I used to think. The moment came when we found each other.

We were both looking into each other's eyes, and He was correct: everything would change—our feelings, our priorities, and our love.

We went from friends to lovers in a matter of seconds.

When his hand was around my waist, he drew me near him. We were growing closer to each other than we had ever been before. He was leaning in closer to kiss me.

My eyes welled up with tears. My heart began to break, and I became emotional as if I were leaving him, even though he was standing closer to me than ever.

Curtains, lights, and the entire restaurant were collapsing around us. Logan was looking at me with his passionate eyes when he wasn't distracted by any destruction. was motionless, as if nothing were happening.

Every second, the music faded away. People had already vanished, and when I was distracted by the destruction, he turned my face to him, and the silence suddenly danced around us.

Logan was getting closer and closer, and I closed my teary eyes as he reached for my lips to kiss me. We were about to lock our lips together. I tossed the flower bouquet to the ground as I realized I was losing my vision and wanted to remember that moment for the rest of my life.

I could still feel his touch on my face, his hair, and the kiss on my lips that brought me to the realization that I had been awake for a few minutes before opening my teary eyes in the heavy silence with my heavy chest.

My blurry vision took a few seconds to clear up. He was close to my face, staring directly into my eyes. I noticed a shirtless Xavier laying next to me under the blanket.

With my wide eyes open, I drew myself back and jumped out of bed, not realizing how much my body ached and my mind was racing.

"What are you doing?" I asked, terrified as I realized I had slept with the alpha, whom I despised more than anything else in the world.

He did not respond to me, not even bothering to quell my curiosity, as he always did. I was on the verge of having a heart attack.

When his lips were sealed, he gave me a dead look. He had no expression on his face. When I was uncomfortable watching his muscular body half-naked, I avoided making eye contact with him.

My dress had been changed into a sleeveless, attractive blue nightgown, so I pulled the side of the blanket to cover myself, but he refused to let go of the blanket.

"What are you concealing now?" He said it in husky tones.

When I saw the sunlight coming from the balcony, I panicked and was surprised at how much he saw my body and how much he touched me.

I spent the entire night in that room, sharing a bed with the psychopath Alpha, who was half naked, and my clothes had already changed.

I couldn't convince myself that nothing happened between us that night. He was hungry for lust, and I was the meat he had.

"What exactly have you done?" When I was buttoning up my gown front, I asked in a broken voice.

"What are your thoughts?" When he moved to sit on the bed, he asked with a gleam in his eyes and a small grin on his face.

"What am I doing in this nightgown?" I asked for clarification on what I already knew.

"Do you dislike it? I bought it especially for you, in this nightgown you look so s——." When I cut him off in the middle, he was enjoying my helplessness.

"What happened? What did you do to me?" I was enraged.

"You look more beautiful in rage; you have no idea how much I admire your beauty." He completely ignored my interest and boasted arrogantly. "I—-" while being interrupted by myself.

"Shut up!"  I screamed at the top of my lungs when I was disgusted and had strange thoughts about the situation.

The white coat, as well as the pistol, had vanished. I was without a weapon once more. Helpless and selfless.

"I was telling you about my exciting experience," Xavier explained sweetly.

I wanted to kill him right away without waiting another minute, but I didn't have the power at the time. I was miserable, and all I could do was turn my face away from him while trying to keep myself calm.

By that point, Xavier had become a curse to me. He took advantage of my body without my permission.

Nobody, no law, was there to keep me safe from the Evil Alpha. I was the only one who had to look after myself, express my true feelings, and protect myself from monsters like Xavier. When I fainted, I was not there to protect myself. The Alpha ruined my life.