LOGINChapter Twenty- Five
KIAN'S POV-Still trying to win over this tempting scent of her, I just noticed the surroundings became foggy? Was it Azure's mist? I wondered what happened outside for him to release something like this. On top of that, he had been pacing in my head since Nicky got so close to me.Nicky's starting to notice it, eyes wandering around like seeing a mist for the first time. And the worst part of it, she was so close to my chest, every gaForty- NineNICOLETTE’S POV —I just gave him one of my hoodies but something weird happened… His eyes seemed like a spark electrifying my joints that felt strangely good to break the connection. Maybe because he genuinely smiled at me for the first time. No flirting, no roasting. Just his smile and my eyes that I couldn't take back.Despite the mesmerizing moment, his eyes flicked at Laurent for a split second. His smile remained magnifying though that swift glance sent chills down to my spine. And the next thing that I realized, I was already hearing voices… of him?“Did she hear it?” That voice was absolutely from Kian. However, he wasn't saying anything aside from his grin that almost tore his face.“Hear what?” I knew that voice. My head tentatively turned to Laurent, yet my eyes were still glued to Kian for a minute before locking it at Laurent’s gaze. Bracing myself for whatever reaction he was trying to conceal.
Forty- EightJAMES'S POV –It was somehow blurry, but the laughter that filled my hearing seemed soft and comforting. It looked like an image that had been dragged out from the bottom of my mind.“Stop it already, James!” It was a voice that had been part of my growing up.“I’m not gonna stop until you tell dad to buy me a real sword.” that voice… I never heard that playful yet full of energy ever since forever.The image slowly cleared up, only to see my younger self spraying water at Grace while she was hanging the laundry.Looking closely at it, I never thought I used to smile like nothing matters, just my naughty days and Grace as my guardian. Or more like an older sister— often scolding me, lecturing me and helping me with my little experimental dishes. Watching it felt like I had been stuck in a time machine that couldn't move.“Rules are rules, Mr. Roswell. No silver weapons in the house.” She firmly sta
Forty- SevenNICOLETTE’S POV –Fragments of I don't know constantly flickered in my vision— blurry scenes, vague faces, distant voices that sounded familiar and a feeling that's overwhelmingly I couldn't distinguish. Until strands of light illuminating the curtains stung my eyes, snapping it to open. I dragged my body to sit up, only to realize that I spent those undefinable memories in my bed.Now, the strange part was, how did I get home? Exactly in my bed? And as if seeing Kian toplessly sleep next to the door wasn't horrible enough— his head stooped down, his back leaning against the door frame and his arms were tightly crossed.Wait… Is he topless?My eyes broadened as my hands ran all over me. I gripped on the shirt and stared at it dumbfounded. Hey… Where the hell was my shirt? This filthy one wasn't mine.Realization struck me like a boulder. No… It couldn't be… My jaw dropped to the floor, my eyes came off
Forty- SixLAURENT’S POV–This hot-headed black wolf had been swinging his claws on me for I thought an hour? Maybe? And thanks to my lightning speed, he was getting pissed off because of his humiliating missed attacks. Brutal humiliation for an Alpha like him, getting played by a wolf like me. However, if this scenario goes on, I don't know if Orion can keep up. The silver toxicity in my system was already burning my blood, and my vision was getting a little glitchy.“I’m out of energy to play games, Laurent,” Orion's voice cracked in the inner realm where my subconscious was thinking of way out of this, “Either we die by silver toxicity or by his claws.”Just as the black wolf roared to my face, Orion's sharp and thick claws anchored to the ground, leaving massive deep trenches. A growl strong enough to shake the ground and flipped a layer of the surface, violently slapping to our faces with brute force.“I’m working on it,” I
Forty- Five JAMES'S POV – A hollow boom of whatever snapped my eyes half-open just to see a clouded vision of my Dad stood at the archway, arms crossed with a cold and disgusted gaze. Grace stood a step back from him, fingers clutching on the edge of her pencil skirt while her gaze glued to mine. The edge of my lips were trembling as my eyes locked at my father. My amber eyes were slowly fading back to my human black eyes. "This isn't a slaughter house, Alpha Roger,” his cold commanding voice thickened the chills in the hallway, “What does a dead animal doing in the City Capital?” A breathless hiss slipped out of my mouth while trying to hold the gaze. I should've known about it. While my bare arms around Alpha Roger’s neck felt his fine hairs stiffened to its edge, like a sharp needle pricking. That's probably the reason why his grip loosened until my whole body slumped on the polished fl
Forty- FourJAMES'S POV –A sharp howl sprinted behind me that cracked the heavy pressure hung against the chilling breeze. Forced my gaze to steal a glimpse at the corner of my eyes that felt like slowing down the time. My piercing sword was cutting through the darkness, aiming for the image right behind me. And before its edge could've painted blood, he vanished within the passing wind behind me.A solid, bone-jarring thud echoed right behind me, and right before I could hear the howl of his next move, my reflexes instantly brought me to his face— my silver blade hung heavy on thin air flashing straight to his face. For a heartbeat, I saw how he gritted his teeth right in the exact moment he jumped backwards. The edge of the silver blade stole a cut on his cheek, splashing a few of his blood on the blade and tracing it down to the ground.“Enough with the warm up, Laurent,” my voice repeated in the coldness of the night, violently shaking o







