All Chapters of The Rejected True Heiress: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Liora’s POV“Liora. Liora!”“Mm… I don’t want pancakes… Maybe waffles…”“Liora!”I jolted awake at the sound of Mia’s hissing voice, her hands shaking my shoulder violently. Images of rogues filled my mind, and jerking upright, I gasped, “What? What is it?”The room was quiet. It was past midnight,

Liora’s POV“Well, well. What do we have here?” One of the rogues, a male in human form, stepped forward. The moonlight caught the jagged scar that cut across his cheek, making the smoothed-over flesh almost seem to gleam a silvery hue. Cold eyes flicked over us before landing on one of the girls in

Liora’s POVCallum and I froze. The guards’ flashlights blinded me, making the ache behind my eyes even worse. I blinked, trying to take a step back, but Callum’s arm remained firm around my waist, refusing to let me move.“Must I repeat myself?” one of the guards asked, stepping forward. I recognized him as the head security officer of the school. This was bad. Really bad. “What are you two doing out here? You know the school is under lockdown, right? All students must remain in the dorms until further notice by order of Mr. Alder and the King.”Callum hesitated, glancing down at me. “I was just… We were just…”“And what’s that I smell?” The guard sniffed the air. “That’s blood, isn’t it? Is one of you hurt?”“We received a report of rogue activity,” one of the other guards, a young one, said curtly. “If you two were involved in some kind of vigilante justice or anything reckless, you could find yourselves in deep trouble. Potentially even expelled.”Shit. I quickly shoved my hand in

Liora’s POV“You got lucky,” Callum said quietly. “It’s actually not as deep as it looks.”Callum’s touch was surprisingly gentle as he carefully cleaned the cut on my hand with disinfectant. I had taken a shot of whiskey from a bottle that he apparently always kept under his bed, which helped to du

Liora’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke was the sensation of warm sunlight spilling across my cheek and hair. Then came the soft pillow beneath my head, and the plush blanket covering my body.The next thing I noticed was the pain in my hand. But that was nothing compared to the scent that was wrapping around me.Callum.I jolted awake, eyes flying open. The morning sun had just barely begun to rise, half of it still hidden behind the hills on the horizon. For a moment, I just laid there, brow furrowed in confusion.What happened last night? The last thing I recalled was Callum patching up my hand, and then I had tried to stand up… The rest was a blur. I must have fainted from the blood loss.Heat crept up my neck as I slowly sat up, looking around.Suddenly, I heard a sound below me. Looking over the edge of the bed, I spotted Callum sleeping on the floor. His back was turned to me, dark hair mussed. My face warmed even further.Had I really slept in Callum’s bed all night?