Chapter 3 : Theodore Takes a Bullet, Jonathan Takes Charge

Night fell, and Jonathan lay quietly asleep on the cold, dirty ground. However, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was suffering some kind of torment in his dreams. His eyes were tightly shut, and his eyelashes trembled lightly, as if he was having a terrible nightmare.

Theodore leaned against the uneven stone wall, his gaze deep and focused on everything before him. He reached out and gently smoothed Jonathan''s furrowed brow. The campfire at his feet burned brightly, casting dazzling light and heat. The dancing embers projected peculiar shadows, casting his face into a dim glow.

Theodore stared intently at Jonathan, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up inside him. Jonathan''s features were exquisitely beautiful, each contour distinct and perfect. His nose was straight, seemingly unshakable by even the slightest breeze; his lips were rosy and alluring, like delicate rose petals slightly curled.

Despite all the hardships and cruelty he had endured, Jonathan''s beauty remained dazzling and captivating, truly deserving of the highest praise. Reflecting on the past, Theodore felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude, thankful that he had impulsively taken Jonathan away when he first saw him. Otherwise, he couldn''t imagine the cruel fate that would have befallen Jonathan.

As a stunning and charming Alpha, Jonathan was destined to be pursued by countless Omegas and Betas. This was both his advantage and his curse. Theodore reluctantly tore his gaze away from Jonathan and pulled out a Purple-Golden Lion Medal from his inner pocket. The medal exuded a sense of solemnity and dignity, as if it carried endless responsibility and determination.

Theodore gripped the medal tightly, a dark and profound glint in his eyes. After carefully putting the medal away, Theodore''s gaze fell on the pitch-black forest outside the cave. There was no sign of life, only an endless abyss of darkness. His heart grew heavy, the darkness gradually enveloping his mind, forcing him to make a difficult yet necessary decision.

Theodore knew that to ensure the medal''s safe delivery, he had to make sacrifices and take on his responsibilities. Perhaps this decision would determine his fate. Taking a deep breath, Theodore''s expression became resolute and determined. He cast his gaze into the despairing darkness, ready to face the unknown challenges ahead. He was all in.

The sun had just risen in the east when Theodore woke Jonathan up, urging him to start their escape.

They had to race against time now, or they would surely die.

Jonathan followed closely behind Theodore, panting heavily but refusing to fall behind even a step.

This was a real escape, not a game, so he had to do his best to keep up with Theodore.

However, as if their luck had run out, just when victory seemed within reach, someone appeared out of nowhere.

Theodore pushed Jonathan aside and engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the intruder, who was a burly man with a powerful punch.

Reacting quickly, Theodore blocked the attack, taking the heavy blow on his shoulder.

His entire arm went numb with pain, almost losing all sensation.

Gritting his teeth, he fought back, and finally, taking advantage of a moment of distraction, he drew a knife hidden in his boot and slit the man''s throat, ending his life.

Seeing the man was dead, Theodore immediately stopped attacking and frantically tried to flee with Jonathan.

However, with a "whoosh," a bullet sliced through the air, speeding towards Jonathan!

Seeing this, Theodore instinctively lunged at Jonathan, pushing him out of the way.

The bullet flew past his left chest, hitting a tree trunk with a crisp cracking sound.

Jonathan broke out in a cold sweat, his spine tingling with fear as he looked at the wounded Theodore, unsure of what to do.

He scrambled to Theodore''s side, pressing his hands against his chest to stop the bleeding, but it was no use.

"Theodore, Theodore, don''t die... What will I do if you die?" Jonathan''s voice was thick with sobs, his eyes brimming with tears.

Theodore''s face was pale, his breathing growing weaker, a look of sorrow in his eyes. Trembling, he took a medal from his pocket and handed it to Jonathan, saying, "Dominic, I''m sorry... Please, take this medal to the black market... to Savilt... I..."

His voice was filled with regret, blood gushing from his mouth. Before he could finish his sentence, he passed away.

Jonathan shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face like broken beads, crying out, "Theodore...!"

But there was no time for grief, as their pursuers were closing in.

Jonathan wiped his tears, took the medal, and looked deeply at Theodore before saying, "I''m sorry," and taking the last weapon from his body—a knife.

Holding the knife, he didn''t dare to stay any longer and ran forward with all his might.

I''m sorry, Theodore!

***

The sun was blazing, sweat dripping from Jonathan''s bangs and splashing onto the ground.

He was in a sorry state, even though he had reached the main road, he kept running tirelessly, ignoring the pain in his body and the sweat on his face. He just wanted to escape the enemy as quickly as possible.

He didn''t want to disappoint Theodore, nor did he want to fall into a hopeless situation.

Jonathan was anxious, running barefoot with his injured feet, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

Suddenly, a black car sped past him.

With a screeching halt, the car stopped three meters away from Jonathan.

The door opened, and a man in a black suit stepped out from the driver''s seat, walking towards Jonathan.

Jonathan''s steps faltered, and he instinctively raised the knife in his hand, ready to defend himself.

"Where did you come from?"

In the sunlight, the man''s tall figure exuded an intimidating aura, a cold and fierce presence that made people fear him.

Jonathan looked up and saw the man''s face, a wave of fear rising in his heart. The knife in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Such a powerful person, must be an Omega, right? After all, in this world, Omegas are incredibly strong. But this person looks even more formidable than any Alpha I''ve ever seen."

His features were sharp and deep, like a sculpture of an ancient Greek god—perfect and striking. His delicate facial features, alluring appearance, and deep green eyes exuded mystery and nobility. His rose-like lips were slightly pursed, radiating a cold indifference that seemed to keep everyone at a distance, as if nothing could pique his interest.