Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!-Chapter 117: What Are You Sorry For?

Brandon blinked his eyes. He felt awkward. "I...I see."

Evelyn on the other hand lowered her gaze to the floor. Her heart dropped to her stomach and she found it hard to swallow the lump that had built up in her throat.

If not even the brother had any clue, was there even a possibility that Zayne was alright?

She had almost come to accept that Zayne was not okay. But there was just that little hope gnawing at her. The one pulling at her chest, whispering to her that he was okay. That he was going to come back to her.

But it was nothing but her merely hoping.

Her lips quivered and following Brandon who’d said his goodbye, they began towards the door to leave.

Her hands clenched and unclenched, eyes blurring from the tears that had broken, dripping to the floor. She sniffled, swallowing down her pain.

Brandon pulled the door open and following him, she lifted her head to walk through, only to bump into a hard figure, causing her to stagger backwards, almost falling quickly.

The person she’d bumped into, however, grabbed her and yanked her in, keeping her back on her feet.

She quickly lifted her head. Only to freeze.

There he was.

Zayne Mancini.

Evelyn couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, or even breathe. Was this really him? No, no way. She must have hit her head so hard that now she was hallucinating and seeing nothing but an illusion of him.

What kind of coincidence would this be if it was really hi—

She was grabbed before she could even finish her thought process. Zayne who’d yanked her into his frame, wrapped his arms around her, hugging her so tightly it seemed as if, if he let go, she’d slip from his fingers.

"I was about to come find you," he breathed shakily. "I had just come back and I was about to come find you. To think you’d be here."

Evelyn who was still stuck in her shock felt him lean in, burying his face in her neck. She felt him inhale her scent like he no longer remembered it. She felt his arms encircle her tighter and then she felt some hot liquid smear against the skin of her neck.

"Evelyn."

Her name flickered in her head as it rolled out of his mouth.

"Fuck, I don’t know what I’m feeling."

He pulled back to look at her face. She wasn’t saying anything, her eyes seeming to be blank. Those green eyes shifted towards him, locking on him. His blue eyes were wet and slowly she reached up her hands, gently cupping his cheek. It was as if she were trying to make sure he was real. That she wasn’t hallucinating or seeing his illusion.

Parting her trembling lips, she mumbled, "You’re...you’re real?"

Zayne nodded at her.

"You’re not... you’re not just a figment of my imagination? Y-you’re really here?" she asked, her fingers now caressing the skin of his face with such care and gentleness.

Zayne nodded at her. "I am real, Evelyn. I’m not dead, I’m not an illusion. I’m really here."

Alessio who was watching along with Brandon took a step out, grabbing Brandon along with him. "Let’s give them space." But upon stepping out of the living room, they were met with Dario who had only just arrived.

He lifted his head and the very second they locked gazes, Alessio rushed up to him, pulling him into a hug.

"You asshole! Why didn’t you call me? I thought you were gone too!"

Dario chuckled softly. "I actually lost my phone and there was no way for me to contact you. Zayne could have almost died. I had to take him to a small infirmary that was close by to be treated for a few days. That’s why we hadn’t come back all this time. If I had been even a minute more late, he might have died."

He let out a soft breath of relief.

Alessio pulled back from him. He turned his gaze towards the door of the living room. Dario slung an arm over his shoulder. "Relax, little brother. You’ll be able to talk to him soon. And there is nothing to worry about. Zayne is not even in the least bit mad at you. He loves you and he knows you are just being you. Our little brother. So calm down."

Alessio was, however, fidgeting with his hands. He’d said a lot of awful things to him. How possibly could Zayne not be mad at him?

Evelyn ran her hands all over Zayne, trying to make sure he was fine. She cupped his cheeks again, biting down on her lips as the bubbles of tears that had welled up in her eyes broke.

"I thought you were dead," she sobbed. "I thought you were gone and that I was never going to see you again."

Zayne tucked her hair behind her ear, shaking his head at her. "I should have come back to you much sooner. But I was hurt. It was risky. But even then, I knew you were okay and that was more than enough for me to wait."

Evelyn wrapped her arms around him, hugging him. "I am sorry. I am so sorry."

"What..." He blinked. "What are you sorry for? Evelyn, you—"

"I should have been honest with you. I love you and I should have told you that. I shouldn’t have kept it to myself knowing I was only going to hurt you and me. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had to meet him and we wouldn’t have been in this mess. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt either. But it was all my fault."

"Don’t say that!"

Zayne immediately pulled back, his palm resting gently on her cheek as he locked gazes with her. "It wasn’t your fault. Nothing was your fault. If anything, it was mine. I shouldn’t have been quiet. I should have told you how much I loved you, how badly I wanted you to be with me. I shouldn’t have waited for you to want to be with me."