Chapter 97Declan’s POVFor a moment, I lost myself in the heat of the moment with Olivia’s kiss, surrendering to the intoxicating effects of her touch.I sighed heavily, exhaustion weighing down every fiber of my being as I sank onto the bed, my muscles protesting with every movement. “Olivia, I appreciate your… company,” I began, my voice strained with fatigue. “But I’m tired. I need some rest.”But Olivia paid no heed to my words, her eyes smoldering with desire as she moved closer, her movements slow and deliberate. “Oh, Declan,” she purred, her voice like silk as she trailed her fingers lightly across my chest. “I know you’re tired, but I can help you relax baby.”I tried to push her away, to resist the magnetic pull of her touch, but she was relentless in her mission. With each caress on my bare chest, each whispered promise of pleasure into my ears, I felt my resolve crumbling like a sandcastle swept away by the tide.“Olivia, please,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper
Chapter 98Kendall’s POVAs Margaret and I arrived back home, my mind buzzed with anxious thoughts. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that ate at my insides. Why had Margaret agreed to help me? What was her motive?Despite her warm demeanor, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more lurking beneath the surface.But as we stepped through the door of Margaret’s cozy home, any lingering doubts were swept away by the warmth and hospitality that greeted me.Margaret bustled about the kitchen, preparing dinner with a smile on her face as if she didn’t have a care in the world.I watched her with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty, unsure of how to repay her kindness. But Margaret waved off my offers of help, insisting that I relax and make myself at home.Reluctantly, I settled into a chair at the kitchen table, my fingers tapping nervously against the smooth surface as I watched Margaret work. Despite her reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was imposing,
Chapter 99Kendall’s POVStruggling with her breath, as Margaret’s eyes met mine, a silent understanding passed between us. With a quick flick of her hand, she signaled for me to run, to escape while I still had the chance. But I couldn’t just leave her to face this danger alone. I had to do something.Ignoring Margaret’s signal, I squared my shoulders and took a step forward, determination blazing in my eyes. I had trained for moments like these, had honed my skills to protect those in need.This was my chance to make a difference, to fight back against the this threat. With a silent prayer, I charged towards the man, my heart pounding in my chest as adrenaline surged through my veins.I had to be careful, had to ensure that Margaret didn’t see my claws as I allowed part of my hands turn. But before I could reach him, the sound of sirens filled the air, and a team of police officers rushed onto the scene, their weapons drawn and ready.With a shout, they descended upon the man, overp
Chapter 100Kendall’s POVMy heart soared with hope and excitement at Margaret’s words, but her next question sent a shiver of doubt down my spine. “Kendall, are you sure it’s truly your mother?” she asked gently, her eyes searching mine for any sign of uncertainty.I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing as I struggled with the implications of her question. Was it possible that the woman in the drawing wasn’t really my mother after all? Had I allowed my desperation for answers to cloud my judgment?But then Margaret continued, her voice soft and reassuring as she explained the strange behavior my mother had exhibited in the past.“Your mother… she used to act strange,” Margaret said slowly, her brow furrowed in thought. “She would isolate herself and her child from others, rarely speaking to anyone. Even at the market, she would keep to herself, avoiding any interaction with the other villagers.”As Margaret recounted the different occurrences, memories from my childhood flooded bac
Chapter 101Declan’s POVBy evening, as the sun began to descend, casting a warm light across the training grounds, I watched with pride as my warriors honed their skills with each strike and movement.Their dedication and determination filled me with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that they were ready to face any threat that came our way.At my side stood Caden, his gaze focused on the warriors as they moved with precision and grace. “They’re improving,” he remarked, his voice filled with admiration.I nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Yes, they are,” I replied, my voice filled with pride. “They’ve been training hard, and it shows.”But as the training continued, Caden turned to me with a thoughtful expression. “Declan, may I ask you something?” he asked hesitantly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort.I raised an eyebrow in curiosity, giving him a nod of permission to continue. “Of course, Caden. What’s on your mind?”He hesitate
Chapter 102Declan’s POVI found myself face to face with the rogue warrior, who happened to be a young man, but experienced in battle from his hard features. His eyes filled with defiance despite his situation.Seeing he would not mention a thing about who sent them, “What’s your name?” I demanded sharply, attempting to take a different approach.The warrior remained silent, his jaw clenched in stubborn refusal to cooperate. But I was not deterred. I knew how to break through his defenses, to extract the information we needed to protect our pack.“Listen to me,” I said firmly, locking eyes with the warrior. “You can make this easy on yourself, or you can make it hard. Either way, we will get the information we need.”But before I could continue, Caden stepped forward, his expression serious. “Alpha, perhaps we should take a different approach,” he whispered to me, his voice calm and measured.I regarded him with surprise, curious to hear his thoughts on the matter. “And what approach
Chapter 103Kendall’s POVThe evening sun cast a warm light over Margaret’s backyard as I sat by the pool, my feet dangling in the cool water. Despite the peaceful surroundings, a sense of restlessness gnawed at my insides.Fingers tracing the delicate edges of the locket hanging around my neck, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of curiosity. Margaret had given it to me shortly after I arrived, insisting that it was a gift from someone who wanted to help me.But as I opened the locket and gazed at the faded photograph inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that washed over me.The man In the photograph was a stranger to me, his features faded by time and wear. His eyes held a certain kindness, a warmth that seemed to reach out to me even across the years. But who was he? And why had Margaret given me his locket?Lost in thought, I barely noticed as the sun went below the horizon. For a moment, I considered asking Margaret about the man in the photograph, but I quickly dismissed
Chapter 104Kendall’s POVAfter all the fun, Margaret and I arrived at the address my mother and sister were supposed to be, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. But as we reached out to knock on the door, I realized it was locked, a heavy bolt preventing us from entering.We exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what to do next. Margaret suggested waiting for a while, hoping that my mother or sister would return soon. So, we settled onto the nearby bench, the bags of treasures we had purchased resting at our feet.An hour passed In agonizing slowness, the minutes ticking by. Just as I was beginning to lose hope, a passerby, who I noticed was passing for the third time stopped in front of us, his curious gaze fixed upon our huddled forms.“Who are you waiting for?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.I glanced at Margaret, silently urging her to respond. “We’re waiting for my mother and sister,” she replied, her tone filled with uncertainty.The man's brows furrowed In t