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My Bullied Alpha

Lily, an ordinary human from the 21st century, wakes up in a totally different place—a world filled with werewolves. Well, the world isn’t too unfamiliar. In fact, it’s that of the story she just finished reading. However, lady luck isn’t shining down on her—she transmigrated into the antagonist, the bully who will be killed by the male lead at the end of the story! Will Lily be able to survive in this world?Or will her life end in the hands of her favorite character? * I lean over to kiss him softly, letting our lips linger while I slip my hand down to his waist. “What’re you doing to me?” he whispers. His warm breath blows on my skin, so hot that I feel it can light me on fire. I nibble on his earlobe and chuckle flirtatiously, “Seducing you, of course, like a villain should.” He lets out a groan and can no longer hold back his desire. He collects my wrists, pinning them above my head, and his heated body is tightly pressed against mine. “Then let me show you how to be my bad girl!”

Lila Evans · Fantaisie
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75 Chs

Chapter 12 Freeing The Prince

My heart pounded at the voice coming from up the stairs. I turned around quickly, holding my hands over it.

Helen stood near the top of the steps, her foot extended down to the next one with a candlestick clutched in her hands. The flame fluttered wildly, casting an ominous glow around the dark stairwell.

I swallowed. “H-Helen…”

Her eyes flitted between Erik and I. “I thought you weren’t feeling well since you refused dinner, so I came back around to check on you and saw you quickly running down here. What are you doing with Lord Erik?”

Guiltily, I glanced back at Erik. His eyes were wide probably guessing that he was going to be punished because we’d been caught and I would need to uphold my villainess status.

“We… we were…” he stuttered. “The Lady was just…”

There wasn’t any kind of convincing lie that we were going to be able to spin. Not when we were caught red handed.

Helen stepped further down the stairs, her eyes catching the basket next to the cell.