My Husband And My Alpha
3. Terror

Clara opened her eyes slowly. The noise from outside the house was heard. He wakes up and finds Jasper

still sleeping by his side. It's like he didn't hear any noise out there.

The woman stood up and went to the window. He lifted the curtains and looked outside the house. Dark and only dim light street lights. There's no one there.

Clara frowned. He was silent while thinking. A voice suddenly broke the focus. Clara walked outside the room, not forgetting to close the door slowly so that Jasper would not wake up. He stepped down the stairs and found a shadow of someone from the kitchen.

“Who is it?” hisses.

The woman continued to walk slowly. Hardly made the slightest sound on his steps. Until finally, he stopped when he found the kitchen empty. Again there is no one.

Clara held her stomach. The pain returned to his lower part and Clara knew she had to go back to the room to relax. However, something made the woman stagger. Her feet slipped on the floor and made Clara's body fall instantly.

“Argh ... pain,” his hiss while holding his stomach that feels more throbbing. “Jasper!!!”

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Those blue eyes opened for a moment. The man woke up while brushing the blonde hair that covered his face. Him

staring at a sleeping woman with medical equipment ensnaring her body. A bandage was seen wrapped around the top of his head. The man sighed, until finally someone's hand broke his consciousness.

“Clara will be fine,” said a middle-aged woman.

The man nodded. He looked back at the woman in the bed in front of him.

“You've eaten, Brandon?” ask the woman.

Brandon Hover, the blonde-haired man shook his head. “I'm not hungry, Mom,” he said. “I just want to keep Clara here only.”

The woman sighed. “Let Mother take care of him. Clara is also Mom's daughter-in-law.”

Brandon. He looked back at his wife's still-covered face. The woman's hand came back

rubbing the nape, draining positive energy on him. Brandon stood up from the chair, not forgetting to grab the phone on the nightstand.

“I go to the cafeteria first, Mom,”.

The mother nodded, then saw her son move out of the nursery. He looked back at the woman sleeping in the bed. Helaan breath escaped from his nose.

Clara has been in a coma for five months after an accident that nearly took her life. According to

brandon said he and his wife had a fight before Clara finally left the house with a car. A few minutes later, the police suddenly dialed the home phone number and reported the painful incident.

Until now, Brandon was plagued with guilt. He always waited for Clara and hoped that she would wake up quickly. The mother knew that her son loved Clara very much even though he knew how her past looked very dirty according to the people around her.

Brandon appears to be playing a spoon in his porridge bowl. He really had no appetite now and was only thinking about Clara. His memory of his last quarrel with his wife came out. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. However, as his eyes opened, Brandon gasped as a hoodie stood by his desk.

“Sorry, can I eat here?” The voice of a woman with a tray in her hand.

Brandon nodded, allowing the woman to sit opposite him. He went back to daydreaming, while the red eyes behind the hoodie looked at him.

Brandon fell silent. He looked at the red eyes that were slightly covered by the hoodie. “What do you mean?” tanyakanya.

The woman grinned. He flicked his hood slightly, revealing his red eyes and contrasting white hair. Her face was very pretty, even more beautiful than Clara's. “The eyes can never lie, Sir,”.

Brandon's eyes were so sad. The man fell back down and refused to eat the porridge. He fell silent, locking the atmosphere into his own area.

One hand touched Brandon's hand. “Don't get too harbored,” he said. “You can tell me.”

“How can I trust you?”

The woman smiled. “Annelise. That's my name,” he said. “I'm here because a friend of mine is being treated at this hospital. Because I'm hungry, so I'm here.”

Brandon nodded. He went back to fiddling with the spoon in his porridge.

“And you?” Anne asked, making the man before her look up again.

“Brandon Hover,” replied the man. “My wife is being treated here for an accident.”

Anne nodded. “Accident, yes?” muttered. “How long has it been?”

“About five months,” replied Brandon. In fact, he was reluctant to get acquainted with strangers, let alone that woman. The man seemed to be completely keeping his distance to others except for his own wife.

“Is your wife in a coma? Why so long!”

Brandon nodded, carving a thin smile. Both were kept silent for a while. Anne is back

devouring his lunch, his eyes looked at Brandon. The man began to fill the stomach with a mouthful or two. Anne smiled, then drank for a moment.

“I've heard the story of the soul of a comatose human traveling to another world,” said Anne, attracting Brandon's attention. “Do you not think your wife's soul is walking somewhere?”

Brandon stopped eating. He looked at Anne. “What do you mean?”

Anne fixed her position. His hands were folded on the table. “Maybe your wife is not really in a coma,” she said. “She just left her physical body and went to another dimension of this world.”

A sigh escaped Brandon's nose and mouth. The man leaned back with both arms folded in front of his chest. “I've also heard of it,” he said. “But I don't trust him.”

The white haired woman rolled her eyes. “Quite strange indeed. But what if you yourself

prove it?” sideways with his eyebrows sniffing.

Brandon's gaze was very straight on Anne. He tried to guess the woman's mind, but in fact it was difficult to do. He sighed. “Tell me if you know how,” he said later.

The grin was etched perfectly into the corner of Anne's lips, revealing her sharp and beautiful fangs. The woman blinked her eyes and nodded. He reached out until Brandon put his hand on the woman's hand. Anne created a transparent code that made Brandon's blue eyes pop. The man almost got out of the chair, but was snuffed out when Anne gave him the code to stay seated.

“Let's exchange numbers. Tonight, meet me at the location I'm handing out to your number.”

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