首頁 / Werewolf / The Reign Of The Last White Wolf / Don’t Make Me Choose…

分享

Don’t Make Me Choose…

作者: bri bri
last update publish date: 2026-07-29 00:24:32

Unknown POV

The steady thud of leather against leather echoed across the training yard. My fist slammed into the heavy bag again. Then again. And again.

The chains groaned overhead as the bag swung back toward me. I stepped into it, driving another punch into the center before it could return. Sweat rolled down my forehead and stung my eyes, but I barely noticed.

I wasn’t training to improve. I was training because I couldn’t shut my mind off. Every swing brought the same thoughts rushing b
在 APP 繼續免費閱讀本書
掃碼下載 APP
已鎖定章節

最新章節

  • The Reign Of The Last White Wolf   Change Of Plans

    Ralph’s POV I lowered the phone from my ear and stared at the screen for a long second before letting out a slow, humorless chuckle. Well… Look who finally decided to call. I tossed the phone onto the table beside me and leaned back in my chair. Across from me, Travis glanced up from the map spread across the table. We’d been discussing patrol routes and supply runs when my phone rang. Judging by the look on my face, he already knew the conversation hadn’t gone the way I’d expected. “Something funny?” he asked. I snorted. “You could say that.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Who’s got you smiling like that?” “My daughter.” One of his eyebrows rose. “Darci?” “The very one.” I nodded my head. He looked genuinely surprised. “I didn’t think she’d be calling.” “Neither did I.” I admitted. For a while there, she’d made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with me. The moment she’d found another place to land, she’d disappeared without looking back. Now… Now my phon

  • The Reign Of The Last White Wolf   Whatever it was…

    Traci’s POV The sitting room had quickly become my favorite place in the palace. It wasn’t because it was extravagant. Compared to the grand halls downstairs, it was actually simple. Comfortable couches surrounded a large fireplace, soft lamps cast a warm glow across the room, and a television quietly played in the background. It felt lived in, like a place where titles were left at the door. The workday was finally over. Everyone had gathered upstairs outside our private suite, exactly like they seemed to do every evening. I was curled up against Raiden on one end of the sofa while Zayden sat close enough that our shoulders brushed every now and then. Sarah, Sabrina, and Tina had already claimed the opposite couch, laughing over something one of them had whispered. Roman and Ronan were trying their best to relax, although neither of them seemed capable of sitting still for very long. Every few minutes one of them wandered toward the window or fireplace before circling right back

  • The Reign Of The Last White Wolf   Memories…

    Raiden’s POV The palace gardens were always beautiful. Today, they were full of possibilities. Thursday afternoon sunlight spilled across the winding stone paths as Zayden and I made our way through the back gardens with Kael and Ryker following a few steps behind. The large fountain stood proudly in the center, its water sparkling as it danced through the air before crashing back into the basin below. Beyond it, colorful flowerbeds stretched in every direction, surrounding a handcrafted pond that reflected the cloudless sky. In just a few days, every empty space around us would disappear beneath tents, tables, and thousands of people. “The tables usually start here,” I said, stopping near the first open section of grass. “Then they wrap around the fountain.” Zayden nodded as he looked over the area. “We should leave a little more room this year.” “For what?” “The kids.” I smiled. “They always end up taking over the fountain.” “They’re supposed to.” I chuckled. That was tru

  • The Reign Of The Last White Wolf   The Royal Ribbon

    Traci’s POV The evening air carried just enough warmth to keep the chill away as I stood on the balcony outside my bedroom. The sun had begun its slow descent, painting streaks of orange, pink, and gold across the sky. Below, palace staff moved along the winding garden paths, tending flowerbeds and preparing for another day while birds chirped from the surrounding trees. It had been… nice. For the first time in what felt like forever, there wasn’t a crisis demanding my attention. Lunch had ended hours ago, everyone had scattered to their own responsibilities, and Sarah and I had been left with something we hadn’t enjoyed in far too long. Peace and quiet. Sarah rested her forearms on the stone railing, watching two butterflies flutter lazily through the flowers below. “I almost forgot what peaceful feels like.” “I was just thinking the same thing.” I had to admit. She smiled. “I’ll probably jinx it just by saying that.” “You absolutely will.” Her laugh had barely faded before t

  • The Reign Of The Last White Wolf   History

    Unknown POV The bedroom door clicked shut behind me. I stood there for a moment, staring at the weathered wood as though it might suddenly open again. It didn’t. A slow breath escaped my lungs. I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to believe every word she’d said. The tears. The apology. The promise that she’d stop. Everything I’d wanted to hear had finally been spoken. So why did it still feel wrong? I dragged a hand down my face before turning and walking out of the house. The cool afternoon air hit me the moment I stepped outside, carrying the scent of pine, damp earth, and the quiet lake that stretched across the property. Usually the view settled my mind. Today it did nothing. My feet carried me toward the old wooden bench overlooking the water. Grandmama used to sit there for hours, claiming the lake had a way of answering questions that people couldn’t. I never understood what she meant. Not until now. I lowered myself onto the bench, resting my elbows on my knees as I

  • The Reign Of The Last White Wolf   The Mask

    Darci’s POV I paced across my bedroom for what had to be the hundredth time, my boots striking the hardwood floor with enough force to make the furniture rattle. Every few steps another curse slipped from my mouth. “Damn it!” I spun around and started back the other direction. Mary had one job. One. Little. Job. She couldn’t even do that. My fingers curled into fists as my nails bit into my palms. No. This wasn’t Mary’s fault. It was my father’s. If he hadn’t pulled her away to handle his own business first, she would’ve had enough time to finish mine. Instead, her attention had been divided, and before she could complete it, she was dismissed. She failed because everyone else’s priorities came before mine. Now everything had blown up. My mate knew. His brother had made sure of that. I stopped in the middle of the room, glaring at the wall. “If he would’ve just kept his damn mouth shut…” None of this would’ve happened. My mate never would’ve looked at me the way he had earlier.

更多章節
探索並免費閱讀 優質小說
GoodNovel APP 免費暢讀海量優秀小說,下載喜歡的書籍,隨時隨地閱讀。
在 APP 免費閱讀書籍
掃碼在 APP 閱讀
DMCA.com Protection Status