Lawrence’s POVThe closer Luke approached, the more my confusion deepened. His gaze was fixed on me with an intensity that suggested he had no intention of looking away. He made a beeline for me, and the eyes of the crowd followed every step. With a grin that seemed both genuine and inscrutable, he said, “Thank you, brother. Keep up this energy—we’ll need it on the battlefield.” As he shook my hand, he tried to pull me into a hug. I acquiesced reluctantly, unsure of what to make of his unexpected warmth,warmth, before I finally gave in to the hug.Why was he acting so friendly after the threats he’d issued back at the house? What was he plotting? Questions swirled in my mind, each more troubling than the last. I was certain he had a hidden agenda, but the nature of it eluded me.After my time with the army, I prepared to leave. Just as I was about to depart, Luke sprinted towards me, his energy renewed. He closed the distance and, with a voice as unyielding as granite, said, “I see w
Lawrence POV The situation was spiraling out of control. One of the vehicles in our convoy had already been destroyed by an explosive, and their intentions were clear—they wanted us to stop, and it would be easy for them to capture us. As we moved, I realized I had to act quickly.“Open fire on them!” I commanded, knowing this was risky. My men would have to expose themselves to the enemy's explosives to shoot back, but we couldn't just speed off and risk getting struck again.“Open fire! Open fire! Open fire!” my bodyguard shouted through his walkie-talkie, his voice steady despite the chaos. He was preparing to lean out of the car window and aim at our attackers. Fear gripped me. How could it not? I wasn't immortal, and anyone in this situation would be terrified. Gunshots erupted from the cars in our convoy as my men engaged the enemy.“Contact our soldiers at the training center! We need reinforcements!” I yelled to my security director, who was already firing through the window.
Lawrence’s POV The fight had escalated beyond anything I’d anticipated, and I was struggling to regain control. My heart pounded furiously in my chest, every beat a reminder of the chaos unfolding around me.When I glanced back at the roaring vehicle speeding towards us, I saw it was Luke. He emerged from the car with a fierce resolve, his head thrust out of the window as he shouted, “Let’s teach these people a lesson!” Instantly, he shifted into his wolf form. The sheer power of his transformation was striking; it was reminiscent of the last time I saw such strength—when my father had been in his prime.His display of rawness might stir something in me. I knew I couldn’t stand by any longer. “I need to get in on this,” I declared, not wasting a second. I too leaped from my vehicle’s window, rallying the rest of our pack.Our wolves surged forward, leaving behind only the drivers and those too injured to fight. “Move, move, move!” one of the drivers barked, urgency crackling in his v
Lawrence's POV:“Everyone, stay sharp and stay alert!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as the wail of sirens drew nearer.The approaching vehicles, their sirens blaring, were still a mystery. They could be the police or an emergency response team. I backed away, needing to catch my breath and focus through the swirling dust that enveloped us. As I peered through the haze, I saw the unmistakable flash of red and blue lights cutting through the chaos.“Police! The police are here! Get out!” one of the drivers yelled as he sprinted towards us, panting heavily from the long run from our parked cars to the fray.I signaled to my wolves to retreat. “Move out, move out!” the driver’s voice echoed as he turned and bolted back.Our enemies, too, were scrambling to escape. California law strictly prohibits wild wolves in urban areas, and the gunfire and explosions had likely triggered their intervention. Though we were on the outskirts, this was stil
Lawrence POV : Driving at a speed that pushed the limits of control, the driver navigated the car with a precision born of desperation. He didn't dare take any chances. His eyes were glued to the road, overtaking cars with ruthless efficiency as we barreled into the city center. Our car was a blur amidst the sluggish traffic, the other vehicles crawling along as if on a leisurely Sunday drive or an adventurous drive, oblivious to our frantic pace.I glanced back, my heart pounding, scanning for any sign of the pursuing police car. “We seem to have lost them,” I muttered, both of us straining to see any flicker of red and blue lights. The chase appeared to be winding down, the wail of sirens growing fainter as we heard it only from a far distance away."They must be chasing someone else," I thought, a wave of relief washing over me. Yet, I couldn't shake the nagging worry. Those other drivers didn't need my help; they could fend for the
Lawrence's POV Stepping into my chambers, all that was on my mind was getting ready to move out to go see Camilla. I headed straight to my bathroom, and as I turned on the shower, I stood underneath it to make it easier for the water to wash away every form of stain on me. The drops of water on the floor made their usual sound as it kept me away from hearing things that were going on in the room clearly, but I knew I heard the sound of my room's door being shot.Either someone just entered the room or someone just left, but nobody was in the room with me in the first place, so someone came into the room. I turned off the shower. “Is anyone there?” I asked loudly from the bathroom, Anyone it might be should be someone that I'm close to, because the person entered the room without my permission, which means the person feels he or she is exempted from that.“I'm waiting for you, Lawrence; we need to talk." Bella's voice came to me as a shock. As I dried my body with a white towel,“
Lawrence POV:My voice was shaking as I spoke to her; she must have been expecting me for a long time. I was just calling her to inform her that I was on my way to her home. “Help text your home address to me,” I said to her. Although I was sure that she was going to comply, I knew she would be disappointed at me for not calling her much earlier. “I would do that,” she replied to me slowly. I knew she was surprised that I still called at that time and that I had a lot of explanations to do.I was driven straight to the address that I was given, and to my greatest surprise, Camilla sure has a good taste for luxury; her home was evidence of this. Walking into the house, the kids came running to me, throwing themselves at me, as they both chanted, “Dad is here, dad is here." Britney stood some distance away from where I was with the kids, and she just smiled at what I and the kids displayed. Camilla came closer to me without much expression on her face; she also hugged me. “It's been
Lawrence POV "I have to protect you and our son, George, who is the heir to my throne, from those who wish you harm," I declared. “Finally breaking the silence after staring at her for several tense moments, many people who you might not know are ready to take my heir away."And who says I don't need protection now?" She retorted, her voice quivering with emotion. "You have no idea what I endure every day." Her face mirrored the anguish in her words."There have been threats to my life—repeatedly. I don't know if I'll survive the next one. These attacks... they never seem to end, and I don't know when the next one will come.”"Attacks!" I exclaimed, my shock palpable. I had known she was in trouble, but threats on her life? That was beyond what I had imagined."Tell me everything, Camilla. I need to know what's been happening," I demanded, my voice steady with determination. Britney, who had been listening intently, approached us. She left the children and walked briskly to where we