Odyssey Of Survival-Chapter 95 Alice’s Confession

As the echoes of excitement slowly faded, the crowd that had gathered around Ray’s demonstration began to disperse. Though their spirits were high, they all had responsibilities—tasks that could not be ignored just because of a single moment of celebration. Even though this new weapon gave them hope, it did not change the reality of their situation. They were still trapped on this island, still facing the unknown, still vulnerable to dangers lurking in the shadows.

Nate stood among the departing crowd, his mind still replaying the scene he had just witnessed. A weapon infused with elemental energy… It was something he never thought possible, and yet, here they were. If Ray could create more of them, their chances of survival would increase drastically.

He let out a small sigh, shaking his head slightly. His thoughts had drifted so far that he only now realized something—Madison and Bella were nowhere to be seen. His eyes scanned the thinning crowd, searching for even a glimpse of them, but they were simply not there.

A small frown formed on his face as he turned, spotting Amara passing by with her usual confident stride. Without hesitation, he called out to her.

"Hey, Amara."

She stopped, tilting her head slightly before walking toward him. "What’s up?"

"Have you seen Madison or Bella?" he asked.

Amara nodded, her fiery red hair shifting slightly in the breeze. "Yeah, they left earlier for their regular morning practice. They should be back later."

At her words, Nate nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Got it. Thanks."

He turned to walk away, but Amara’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than usual. There was something in her expression—something thoughtful, almost calculating—as she watched him move through the crowd.

Nate, however, was too lost in his thoughts to notice. His mind was occupied with too many things—the weapons, the coming battles, and now, the realization that everyone was trying to improve themselves in whatever way they could. Madison and Bella were training, Ryder was constantly working to keep his strength up, and even Ray, who had no combat abilities, had found a way to contribute.

It made him wonder—was he doing enough?

So distracted was he that he didn’t see the man walking straight toward him. Their bodies collided, a sharp impact that sent the man stumbling backward. The suddenness of it caught Nate off guard, and he instinctively reached out a hand to help.

But before he could, the man angrily slapped his hand away.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man?" the stranger snapped, his voice laced with irritation. "Watch where you’re going!"

Nate blinked, confused for a moment. "I’m really sorry," he said, keeping his tone calm and composed.

But instead of accepting the apology, the man suddenly stepped forward aggressively, pushing Nate hard in the chest. The unexpected force made Nate take a step back, his brows furrowing in surprise.

"So it’s my fault now?" the man growled, his voice rising. "What the fuck do you mean? You slammed into me, and it’s my fault?!"

The sudden hostility took Nate aback. All he had done was apologize, yet this man was acting as if he had committed some kind of grave offense. His reaction didn’t make sense—it was as if he was looking for a fight.

A murmur spread through the crowd as people began to gather around them. The commotion had drawn attention, and soon, a ring of spectators had formed, watching the confrontation unfold. Some looked curious, others uneasy.

Amara, who had still been standing nearby, witnessed the entire exchange. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the man pushing Nate again and again, his actions clearly meant to provoke a reaction.

Before Nate could respond, Amara stepped forward, shoving the man back with enough force to make him stumble slightly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, her tone sharp and unwavering. "He clearly apologized to you, so why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

The man’s eyes flicked toward Amara, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, as if realizing that the situation had drawn too much attention, he let out a sharp hiss, glaring at Nate one last time before turning on his heel and walking away.

Nate simply smiled as he watched the man leave, his expression calm. He wasn’t angry, nor did he feel the need to react the way the man had obviously wanted him to. Instead, he let out a quiet breath, his gaze following the man’s retreating form.

"Thank you," he said, turning to Amara.

Amara smirked, crossing her arms. "Don’t mention it. Some people just have nothing better to do than pick fights."

With that, she walked away, and the crowd began to disperse as well. The energy in the air shifted back to normal, the momentary tension fading as quickly as it had appeared.

But as Nate stood there alone, a single thought lingered in his mind.

That was weird…

He glanced down, his fingers unconsciously curling into a fist. Something didn’t feel right. That man—his reaction had been too exaggerated, too deliberate. It was as if he had been trying to provoke Nate, almost like he had an agenda.

Nate exhaled softly, murmuring under his breath, "I have to be careful…"

Even though he didn’t know exactly what was going on, he could feel it. Something was at play. He just didn’t know what.

Before he could dwell on it any further, a sudden, sweet aroma drifted through the air, cutting through his thoughts like a blade. It was warm and inviting, a scent that carried an almost nostalgic comfort.

Before he could even turn to see where it was coming from, a familiar voice spoke up beside him.

"I have something to talk to you about."

Nate blinked as Alice appeared at his side, her hand suddenly grabbing his. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something serious.

Whatever it was, Nate could tell it wasn’t going to be just a casual conversation.

He stood still, staring at Alice as she stood before him, her hands clenched slightly at her sides. Her expression was firm, but there was something else beneath the surface—something hesitant, almost vulnerable. Whatever she wanted to say, it was clearly something that had been weighing on her mind.

For a brief moment, Nate wondered what it could be. Why had she pulled him aside with such urgency? And why did she look so serious, as if she had just made some life-changing decision?

Before he could ask, Alice took a deep breath, swallowing hard before finally speaking.

"Nate, the thing is…"

She hesitated, her fingers twitching slightly as if she was trying to gather the courage to continue.

"The thing is what?" Nate asked, confused by her sudden pause. His voice carried a hint of impatience, but it wasn’t because he was annoyed. It was because the weight of her expression made him curious—eager to know what was making her act this way.

Alice let out a shaky breath, steadying herself. "The thing is… I’ve had feelings for you for the past few weeks."

Nate’s eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing, letting her continue.

She bit her lip for a moment before speaking again. "And when I kissed you…" Her voice softened, her cheeks turning slightly red. "My feelings went out of control."

She clenched her hands together in front of her, her gaze flickering downward as if she was afraid to meet his eyes. "The reason I left so quickly yesterday… it may have seemed like I ignored you, but that wasn’t the case at all. I left because I was so shocked. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to process what I was feeling."

Nate remained silent, his mind processing every word. He hadn’t expected this.

Alice exhaled deeply, finally lifting her head to meet his gaze again. "But I’ve come to a decision."

Her voice was steady now, no longer wavering with uncertainty. Whatever doubts she had before, they were gone now.

Nate felt his heart quicken slightly. "What is it?" he asked, his voice lower than before.

Alice didn’t answer with words.

Instead, she stepped forward, grabbed his hands, and without hesitation, raised herself onto her toes.

Then she kissed him.

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Her lips were soft, warm, and filled with a deep emotion that sent a shiver through Nate’s entire body. The moment their lips met, he felt himself falling into the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut.

Time seemed to slow as the gentle pressure of her kiss deepened. There was no rush, no urgency—only the quiet, unspoken feelings that passed between them in that intimate moment.

But while his body melted into the kiss, his mind was anything but calm.

What about Madison?

The thought slammed into him like a storm, tearing through the bliss of the moment.

How will I tell Madison about her?

His heart pounded as conflicting emotions swirled inside him. Alice’s lips felt so right against his, her touch so sweet, but at the same time, he couldn’t ignore the other truth—the truth that only made this moment more complicated.

How will I tell her about Madison?

Madison had confessed to him just last night, her words still fresh in his mind. The way she had looked at him, the way she had rested her head against his chest in relief after he silently accepted her feelings… it had been so real, so raw.

And yet, here he was, kissing Alice.

For a brief second, guilt threatened to creep into his chest.

But then, another thought whispered in the back of his mind—one that made a slow smile creep onto his face even as he continued to kiss Alice.

What if I don’t have to choose?

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The idea was dangerous, yet thrilling.

What if I can have both women?

It was a selfish thought, but the more he entertained it, the more it made sense. Madison loved him. Alice had just confessed her feelings. Would it really be impossible for him to be with both of them?

His lips moved against Alice’s, his hands tightening around hers as he deepened the kiss just slightly.

In that moment, there was no doubt in his mind.

Whatever happened next, he would make it work.

No matter what.

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