"Finally, they are gone!" Owen thought as he passed a curt glance at the reporters who were flocking on him as if he was some bait. Owen's left hand balled into a fist and with a strong determination he took a step ahead and said in his mind, "I don't see any point staying in this party! I am going to Lucas right away!" Hardly had he taken a step or two that he was stopped by a male security staff. In his courteous voice, the male security staff member said, "Oh Great Lycan Knight, your seat is over there!" He outstretched his arm to the first row of chairs. Owen spotted which chair was reserved for him. He scoffed in his mind, "Arghh! Lucas should sit there, not me!" His gaze was a hot one over the throne that was situated in the center of the first row. Turning his head back toward the security staff member, he said sharply, "Look, I am going back to the Clan House!" Hardly did he leave the sentence complete that the security staff and Owen noticed something. From the corner of
"I know you are going to Lucas! But you can't, Owen!" A feminine voice sounding stringent was aimed at Owen who was leaving the woods to go back to the Clan House. What stopped him from going out was not just a female voice but also the hand of the Lady Lycan grabbing his wrist preventing him from coming to a standstill at the entrance. The young Lady Lycan continued, her voice compelling, "Owen, come back! There's no need to meet Lucas! You shouldn't leave the party midway!" Owen's eyes glinted a shade of deep blue. The nerves of his temples throbbed as behind the tightly sealed lips, he was tightly clenching the teeth. Anger was surging in. Without having a sight of the Lady Lycan, he knew who she was. The feminine voice was a familiar one that Owen used to hear on a daily basis.Hearing the Lady Lycan preventing him from going further infuriated Owen and he released his tightly shut lips. Through his clenched teeth, Owen gnawed, "You cannot tell me what I should do and what I sh
Casey's words were still ringing in Owen's ears. His anger was surging up constantly on the very thought that his mate was also just like the other Lycans out there who mistreated Lucas. Owen had been with Lucas since childhood and with the passing years, their bond had got stronger. It was so strong that Owen could not bear a word against Lucas. Owen's face was puffed up in anger and he muttered under his breath, "How could she??" With those angry words not ready to leave his mouth or tongue, his lips kept on quivering as he stomped inside the Clan House!The atmosphere inside the Clan House was a silent one since most of the Red River Clan Members were outside in the woods, enjoying the party to the fullest. The Clan House was as silent as a mouse that even the Lycan Knight's flat shoes will make a sound that will echo inside the spacious Clan House. CLANK!His feet encased in black shoes made a loud clicking sound against the tile surface as he stomped one step below and came to
Owen sucked in a long breath as his wide eyes absorbed what lay to his front. "Huh, where is Lucas?!" said Owen, his hand still clutching the backrest of the royal chair while his eyes were on the empty chair that had no occupant. The only thing on the seat of the chair was Lucas' long black jacket. From where Owen stood previously, the long jacket hanging down from the chair's seat made it look like Lucas was sitting but that wasn't the case. Owen's eyes narrowed down, once they had absorbed that Lucas wasn't anywhere. Clicking his tongue and exhaling a sharp breath, Owen saw the chair for the last time before turning his head to his right.Releasing his hand clutching the chair, he outstretched it and pointed his finger to the window."He was standing right there and watching over the celebration!" Owen said brusquely as his mind reminded him of how he had seen a pair of red eyes in the window of Lucas' study room that was pitch black while he was giving a speech that had his hea
THUD!The still waters of the lake got disturbed as the enormous body of Lycan Knight was pulled by the magical ray of red light deep into the waters of the lake.The deafening silence surrounding the backyard of the Clan House got broken by the splashing sound of the waters that sprung out of the lakes as the Lycan Knight, Owen was drowned into the waters. The water from the lake also splashed slightly against a pair of black shoes encased in a pair of meaty feet that just stood in front of the rocking chair. Those feet belong to a towering figure of about 8 feet tall. His upper body was broad and muscular. One of his strappy shoulders was outstretched and his sturdy palm was facing the lake. A dark red light was emanating from his palm that extended all the way to Owen's neck in the form of a noose. Owen was struggling in the water. "Hmmm!!!" A low growl reverberated from his broad, well-toned chest that was bulging in and out due to aggression. While his right hand was outstretch
The grave words of Owen vocalized in his serious, deep voice rang in Lucas' ears a few times. "We need to have a talk!" Lucas took a second or two before eyeing Owen from up to down. Following Lucas' gaze Owen did the same to himself before reaching his blue eyes to Lucas' bloodshot ones.Owen was puzzled. Pasting a puzzled expression on his face, he reiterated, "Lucas, we need to talk!"Lucas thoughtfully pointed his finger at Owen and moved it up and down. "With that clothes on?" Lucas asked in his husky voice. Owen detached his eyes from Lucas and looked down at his heavily drenched clothes. The clothes were tightly clinging to his skin. Instead of showing his strappy body, what was visible through the translucent white shirt was Owen's shrinking body. Owing to the cold weather and having a dip in the chilly waters of the lake caused goosebumps all over his body accompanied with shivering. His eyes fleeted from himself and looked at Lucas who said with a dry face, "Go get chan
An awkward silence filled the porch after Lucas disconnected the call. While Owen had his eyes darted at the entrance to the porch area in the Clan House, Lucas was busy blowing the cigarette. His fingers holding the cigarette would often meet and depart from his slightly ajar lips while his other hand held the phone. His fingertips were running against the screen. His bloodshot eyes were immersed in the phone screen as his fingertips kept on scrolling, signifying Lucas was reading something really important. Owen was growing impatient to talk with Lucas. His eyes could no longer be still at the entrance and were quick to depart from there and reach out to Lucas. Owen's furrowed eyebrows knitted together on seeing Lucas having a serious look on.Owen thought, "What's the matter?" His gaze dropped from Lucas' tense face to his phone as he wondered, "What is he doing on the phone late at night?" He lightly shook his head as he sighed and said in his mind, "Lucas, Lucas! What do I do a
"Fine! I can take and live with YOUR credits! But I can't LIVE with YOUR MATE, right?"Owen's words rang in Lucas' ears. His eyes switched to a darker shade of red, glowing dangerously at the glass, he was tightly clenching in his sturdy palm. His bloodshot eyes shot up from the glass to meet Owen who just mentioned those words with audacity. Owen was no longer gaping at Lucas. Instead, he had his gaze on the lake as he poured out his mind without any hesitation and without giving a second thought. "I already have my mate, Lucas! I can't have yours, right?! I am not supposed to mate with her on your behalf!" Owen said all of this in a breath and his voice was high-pitched and squealed, showing how frustrated he was. His face bearing tension and anger all of a sudden went cold as his very own set of words rang in his ears. "What the f*ck did I say?!" Owen blasted out in his mind and his eyes went wide. Hardly had he completed his words in his mind that he could hear a shattering s