The Blueblood And Her Lycan King

Brooklyn.I run.Not once do I look back. I run outside the hallway and pass the kitchen. I can hear my dad on my tails as I run up to my room. “What the hell, Jack?” I hear my mum —She's not your mom— that woman asks. I still can't wrap my head around it. I will, but for now, I need to focus on getting out of here. Alive.“She found out,” he says to her.“What do you mean she found out? It was supposed to be kept a secret until we found the right time to tell her.” I hear her pace outside my door. “Not like this. Brooklyn, baby. Why don't—”He cuts her off. “He's coming for her tomorrow.”A sharp intake of breath. “Has she turned yet?” She whispers. “I don't know, but she heard me. Maybe she's already showing signs of her wolf.” He returns, sounding down. Then groans, “fuck. This is all messed up.”Wolf? I slap my hand against my mouth to muffle my gasp. Hot liquid streams down my face. What on earth are they talking about? So…I'm not a human? Oh, gosh. My stomach churns and I qu

Brooklyn.Silence. Dead and quiet.That's the first thing I notice when I wake up. Second thing I notice is the male sitting on the chair beside the bed. His hair is strewn all over and his big arm covers his face. His face is planted on the bed and his hand on top of mine.Usually, I'd have removed my hand but for some reason… I enjoy the warmth of it.And the third thing being the grand room. Everything here looks excessive and expensive. A king size bed with canopy that has golden accents on top of the cover, and silky comfy sheets. On the walls are paintings that should be in an art gallery, not here. I've always been a fan of painting.Feels like I woke up in a freaking royal chamber. A frown mars my face. How did I get here? What happened? When I try to think back, I get this sharp pain in my head so I stop. The male here should know anyway. When he wakes up, I'll ask.But for now, I need to pee badly.Sitting up, I try to remove my hand from his and leave without making noise

Brooklyn.I trail behind Billie.The walls are golden and blood red with emblems of wolves here and there. It's plain, but also simple. No matter how I try, my mind keeps playing the short scene of Landon and Billie looking at each other. I take a peek at her. Her blonde hair is silky packed into a downward bun and she's dressed in corporate wear and pencil heels. I look at what I'm wearing; big pants, tank top and tangled updo. I frown. Is he into women that keeps to themselves?Clearing my throat, I fall in step beside her. Billie doesn't spare me a glance and I clear my throat again. I see her lips twitch and I narrow my eyes. Is she having fun with me right now?Frustrated, I decide to rip off the band-aid and ask her directly. “Were you and Landon ever a thing?” She bursts out laughing, her steps slowing down. “Brooklyn, I'm older than Landon.” She laughs again.My frown deepens. I don't like the way she's mocking me. It's just a question, she can simply answer without laughing

Brooklyn.After dinner, I find myself back in Landon's room. I may still be mad at him for not notifying me first, but the dinner was pretty smooth. Everyone pretty much keeps to themselves, I wonder if that's how it is. To be honest, I was kind of expecting drama and all since they are very up the ladder in the werewolf hierarchy.“Thank you for making it to dinner,” Landon says from where he stands at the door. We just got inside the room and are very much silent. Landon looks like something is bugging him since he hasn't moved from the door.I lift up my left shoulder in a lazy shrug and sit on his bed. “I'd very much like to be kept in the loop next time, Landon.” I may have agreed today simply because I was hungry, but next time, I can't promise I will. I dislike impromptu, very much. I look away from him and admire the room once more. There are couches at the other end, opposite side of the bathroom with a TV remote on the coffee table between them. “When am I getting my own r

Brooklyn.I stare at the phone on the table as my mind drifts off. Mike and I became friends when we were ten, I remember how it happened as clear as the sky. After that, we pretty much stuck together till now. He may have other friends, but our bond has always been deeper than the rest of them.I can imagine how the news must have wrecked him. If it is me, it will too. Except that it isn't. The tears on my face have dried up and I blink multiple times before sighing. “I should go to bed.”“You sure?” Landon looks at me with worry as he pockets his phone. “Looks like you'll need me there.” He teases, trying to lighten the mood.My lips crack up and I shake my head. “I'm going to bed. Today was long.” Landon stands up as I do. I cross the room to the door and he trails behind me. “How long will you be here for?” I ask him.“However long the space you requested for will be.” I roll my eyes. “Just pick a room already. Or I should.”“Baby, I'm the one at the disadvantage here and I'm n