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10. PRISONER

Autor: Jake Palista
last update Data de publicação: 2026-07-19 22:42:09

BIANCA'S POV

"Here you go, Bianca."

Logan handed me a glass of water. I was hesitant to take it, suspecting it must have been drugged.

"No, thanks," I muttered.

"Do you want to die of thirst? You look exhausted already, and you need something to restore your energy."

"I never asked for a glass of water in the first place, so please let me be."

I hit back at Logan, finally conquering the fear I had for him. The brief exchange we had made me think less of him; he wasn't actually the dreaded monst
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    BIANCA'S POV"I'm not every person," he saId delicately.I shut my eyes briefly and let out a sigh. "You can't be trusted, Carlos Alvarez." Then, at that point, I step back and signal for him to come in.He walks straight for the lounge area. Lydia gave me a look and strolled to the lobby to give us some space. At the point when Carlos ventured through the door, he froze. I walked past him into the room, over to Lucy."Bianca," Carlos called out slowly, "For what reason do you have demons in your lounge area?""Since they used to be extraordinary creatures, witches and such." I peer down at the body close to me. "Also, this one is my sister."His eyes drop from my face down to the body on the cart next to me. "That is Lucy?"I take a full breath and gesture. "The Night Sisters did this to her since I turned down their proposition for employment."The vibe of fury that emanated from Carlos's face made me make a stride in reverse, despite the fact that he's not even close to me. His

  • TIDEBOUND: THE ALPHA'S PRISONER    65. BAITING HOLLOW

    BIANCA'S POVI ran like someone who had seen a ghost, tumbling and picking myself up again to continue the never ending race. I was training to become more agile and Freda was not going to let me take any chances.I ran a long distance after several relay races. My throat felt dry and I couldn't stop panting as I climbed the hill to secure some fresh air. Breathing deeply I started to fathom what awaited me, I'd chosen a path that will continue to hunt me for the rest of my life.Being a werewolf and a sorcerer at the same time was a demanding task. As the last female Alpha from my clan I had to take measures to stay safe always. Some minions were plotting on my life that is why my grandfather left me with a portion of magic in order to protect myself.I'd never been mated and was still all on my own. During the uprising by Logan I was being shifted to Dartmoor Island and since then a whole lot of things had changed.As of now Logan was long dead but it didn't all matter, other threat

  • TIDEBOUND: THE ALPHA'S PRISONER    64. BUMBLE BEE

    CARLO'S POVThe following morning, I wake at first light and do a fast scope of my region in wolf form. Then I head back to my home to make breakfast. I rehash over the course of the day, heading out to check with the warlocks on the lookout, bungling the land to check whether anything feels off.I hear from several of my contacts, however no huge news about the Night Sisters. Not yet.As the sun begins to plunge toward the skyline in late evening, I head out on one more run. I'm simply returning when a warlock emerges directly before me. Draxler.I shift out of wolf form and raise my forehead. "Any news?""We found somebody at one of the bars in Gascony getting some information about Bianca," he said, with a dissatisfied look on his face.My entire body fixes, and a blaze of magic goes through my veins. I hadn't anticipated that they would find her this soon. However at that point, it is the Night Sisters. "Take me to them," I snarl."Currently in your horse shelter," Draxler expre

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    BIANCA'S POVDinner was prepared when I returned home, a delicious, tasty stew with potatoes and spices and meat that Lydia concocted of some kind. We're in one of the parlors since the devils have assumed control over the lounge area."You are completely ruining me," I said with a sigh after my most memorable bite. "I failed to remember what a decent cook you are, Lydia."She smiled like the sun. "I question if you've had a much more outstanding dinner this whole time. It's the least I can do.""I'm certain they have extremely fine food in Belmont," Rachel said as she stole a quick glance."This is how things have been, however," I say."I have some expertise, almost certainly," Lydia said, "Yet the land really gives it flavor. There is soul in the earth and the water and the sky that mixed ingredients for this dinner. It's not been drained and demolished by man."I took another bite, shutting my eyes to enjoy it."I believe you're precisely on something, Lydia."We ate peacefully fo

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    FLETCHER'S POVHandfuls were butchered in no time, torn to worn out, meaty shreds by the furious fire of Tariq Jameel warriors.In any case, the smell of blood just drives most of us more out of control. We push on immediately, jumping over the rotting corpses of the dead and passing on, disregarding the hazard, the shots, the fallen. Not even a single monster turns and runs.I left the pack, unfit to control myself, gambling all to be one of the first to guarantee a human heart. It's insane. I ought to keep down and allow them to go about this dirty job.In any case, for the next twenty minutes I just let it go. I push forward with the others, yelling and crying, as a very remarkable objective as some other werewolf.Then we're on the scared warriors, hacking at them, tearing weapons from their hands, chewing down on their sweet, delicate tissue and very palatable bones. Human shouts are added to the whirlwind of gunfire and cries. The line crumbles underneath us. I'm past it before

  • TIDEBOUND: THE ALPHA'S PRISONER    61. FLYING HIGH

    FLETCHER'S POVThe werewolf growls. I can smell his vulnerability. He doesn't know whether I'm human or Wolfish . Once more, I screamed at the top of my voice, clearing up the way. The eyes of this mysterious wolf looked slender and, with his very own howl, he charges. He's colossal, arms like trunks, yet just marginally bigger than me. I plant my feet and drive my shoulder into the werewolf's chest.He's thumped to the floor. Around him, the crows cried and shrieked. As he rose angrily, I kick him hard in the side of his head. Once more, he fell on the rocky ground. I finally got the better of him and grabbed him by the neck.Setting my teeth on his throat, I nibble. Blood fills my mouth and I drink eagerly. This is the thing the werewolf inside me has been hanging tight for its entire life. I could crouch and sup until the sun set.Be that as it may, the other prevailing werewolves have various thoughts. Seeing its opportunity for brilliance, one darts forward and locks on to my a

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