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Chapter Thirty Three
Narrator’s POV
She was left alone with the tanned girl who was still busy attending to her wounds. She gazed at least to the point of seeing genuine care on the brownish orbs of her lady savior.
“Call me Marina. Good to finally meet you Allyssa!”, her voice that was sweet and gentle made Allyssa more resentful of her.
Allyssa's voice had always been powerful and loud. Even when she had just been whispering, it would sound like thunder to those who’s hearing her for the first time.
She had once been a vocalist of a school band her classmates had organized for a group project. But she was never into ballads.
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The Rejected Quisling Chapter Thirty Four
Narrator’s POV She found out Amante took off on another journey somewhere. It was apparent that he wouldn’t be back in a couple of days, and it was an opportunity for Allyssa to take advantage of the situation. She put on her thickest garments and had begged Marina to let her have a look outside. She had her convinced with her superb acting as a pitiful battered wife. She lured her into thinking that she was about to snap out of sanity because of the traumatic injury she had been. She planned to get near a body of water, a pond, or a lake which she could hold out her hands and create signals to Tak
The Rejected Quisling Chapter Thirty Five
Narrator’s POV Irna left Allyssa behind and headed somewhere near the training grounds. She met her mate, Benedict Lambertine, and went inside their humble room. “The human had awoken. She's calling out for Marina.”, she uttered as if reporting about an incident to her superior officer. The man headed towards the end of the bed and motioned her to come closer. They clung to each other with disturbing smiles on their faces. “It’s time, then!”, he whispered in his mate's ear that made her giggled childishly. They had kissed for a long time. They seemed to be having the best of their time. Suddenly, Irna remembered her secret mission. She pushed her
The Rejected Quisling Chapter Thirty Six
Amante POV Love was supposed to be my moniker. My parents loved me with all their hearts. I have friends whom I loved as well, the ones I had in my past. But they were all gone. If the kingdom has not been eradicated during the war with humans, I would have been the Alpha King by now. I might have the glamorous and lively kingdom in Tierra Fuego as my home. Everything in my life would have been easy and I would not have resorted to the disgusting acts of betrayals. My subjects would have been the whole race of werewolves.
The Rejected Quisling Chapter Thirty Seven
Amante POV The world seems to stand still. I feel numb and dull. I lost Marina. And now I am about to lose my mate. I would be alone, once again. I feel terrified of my future without anybody to lean on or look forward to. It feels like everything has gone back the way it was before. The familiar emotions filled with agony and pain on that fateful day when I lost my family, my pack, and my kingdom is taunting me once more. My life isn’t fair and I don’t deserve this. I am more of what destiny wanted me to be. I am born to conquer and I shall not falter. &
The Rejected Quisling Chapter Thirty Eight
Amante POV Nothing. There’s no change whatsoever in the surroundings. The snowflakes keep on pouring down from the sky. The eerie feeling that I have suddenly dissipated into thin air like it didn’t happen at all. I have expected tremendous catastrophes like sudden darkening of the sky or strong gusts of wind and even thunderstorms. I have myself to blame for believing such trickeries. I found back my strength and sense of self-confidence for the least. The place is quiet and I can see why. These idiots failed in their attempt to summon the deity or whoever and whatever. The smoke coming from the b
The Rejected Quisling Chapter Thirty Nine
Amante POV Alpha King Amante del Fuego, the Venerable King of Irati Nardus Pack… wait, something seems strange. I can’t yet figure out which part of the introduction didn’t fit in. I have a reluctant feeling about being called the Alpha King under the name of a pack that I had never acknowledged as my home. I should change it into something more relevant to me. Sagrada Supreme Kingdom! Whoah! That sounds strong and rhyming. Yes, that’s it. Sagrada from my former kingdom and Supreme as being the one and only surviving werewolves kingdom in the world. There would be a lot of change
The Rejected Quisling Chapter Forty
Amante POV It’s strange. I am the only one who felt the ground shakes. Everybody seemed unaware, idly standing in front of me and waiting for my next set of commands. I am certainly not imagining things here. That’s out of the questions! It’s so sudden and quite strong. That’s why I think it’s unlikely they are not aware of its intensity. But I don’t want them to think I’m turning insane and just shut myself up.“I’ve received a report. We’re heading to the forest. She’s wrecking the place!”, I announced in a neutral tone.“What are we going to do with her? Are we allowed to hurt her?”, asked Mazia
The Rejected Quisling Chapter Forty-One
Narrator's POV It was past midnight. The surroundings was tranquil and chilly. Amante can be seen walking out from the old wooden shaft where the human couple resides. It’s not very strange though. He had several fleeting stops here which mostly were during the darkest hours of the night. He was wearing a strange expression on his face when he pranced his way out of Detective Andrew's humble house. He seems to be in trouble with something else. Mikaela was by the door, keeping an
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