Chapter Sixty Three

Harlow's Pov

This was my greatest fear, losing someone so dear to me.

My whole world ceased.

I didn't know how to react as I watched Alaric fall down with blood dripping down from his mouth.

Everything happened so fast and it got me shocked and immobile for some seconds.

I ran towards Alaric but didn't notice that he was preparing to knock me down too until Marc intervened.

Son of a bitch.

I feel he's just a maniac, he's the cause of all these things happening.

“Alaric, open your eyes.” I sobbed, holding Alaric as carefully as I could.

“Why did you go back to fight him? Why didn't you ignore him? Fool…Now what do you expect me to do?” I cried out in pain.

Meanwhile, Marc and Tobias were already in a fierce war, but I couldn't care less as my priority now is to make sure that Alaric is okay.

“Pumpkin, you don't have to bother about me, I'd be fine…" He said, and winced in pain.

“Shut up, you still have the strength to talk even in this kind of situation!” I scolded and he only chuckled