Chapter 5: Running From Caspian
Sneaky bunny?!
Panic overtook Mirabelle. She turned and bolted, her legs carrying her as fast as they could.
The night air whipped past her face, and her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. She didn’t dare look back.
Run. Just run.
She was good at being sneaky—she had to be, living the life she did. But this wasn’t sneaking; this was desperation.
And behind her, she felt him. His presence was like a shadow, relentless and impossible to escape.
Her breaths came in sharp gasps as she darted through the trees at the back of the house, her mind racing.
Why is he following me? He shouldn’t care—I’m nobody!
But the alpha prince wasn’t letting her go.
She could hear his footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, as if he enjoyed the chase. Worse still, she heard his voice, low and mocking.
"Running, little bunny?" he drawled, his tone carrying an infuriating smirk. "Do you think you can hide from me?"