บททั้งหมดของ A LIFETIME TOGETHER: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"We werewolves are limited by a curse. We are controlled by the full moon. The feds wanted to make humans into werewolves scientifically because they felt that the curse wouldn't apply to them. Making them the perfect weapon for war and their dirty deeds," Maxwell explained. "They call this project of theirs the Amanda Project. It is a highly classified government project that only the higher-ups know about," he went on. "They made the first batch. Twelve humans. It was a catastrophic failure that cost this nation lives and properties, one of which happens to be your mother," Maxwell said. Shirley gasped. "You mean my mother's death, was caused by the feds failed project?" Shirley asked, anger gushing through her veins. "I am sorry Shirley but yes," Maxwell said and Shirley sniffed as fresh tears brewed in her eyes. "I don't understand… Why are you working for them then?" Shirley asked. "I have no choice. It is the only reason I am alive, because I work for them, and they trust m

Maxwell gave Shirley a grand tour of his villa. It was a one storey building. The villa was so spacious with too many rooms to count. There were two sitting rooms, one of the sitting room had a fireplace with a cozy cushion right in front of it. Shirley loved the fireplace. But she loved the rooftop more. There was a jacuzzi right inside the other sitting room. The villa had two kitchens and a lot of bedrooms. There was a workout gym with all the appliances a workout gym could have. There was an office space. A laundry room. A store room… The villa had plenty of outdoor space. A basketball court. A spacious swimming pool. Behind the villa's building was a mini garden. And all around the villa, they were surrounded by nature. From the rooftop, one could see the stretch of trees all around them. It was peaceful. An escape. Shirley loved it there. After the tour, Max fixed them both something to eat, Shirley assisted him, enthusiastically. After breakfast, Shirley went to take a sh

Earlier, the director of the agency Maxwell worked with had texted him and he knew but he hadn't been able to check the text message because he had his hands full with Shirley. Now as he leaned by the railings of the balcony, he opened the text message. It was a simple text with two words, "Call Me!" A sigh escaped Max's lips as he closed the text, and then proceeded to call the director. "Mr Thomas," he muttered in greeting the moment the phone beeped to indicate that the call had been picked. "We have a situation, we need you at the agency ASAP," Thomas flustered voice rang out from the other line. "I understand," Max muttered, and then disconnected the call. He stayed outside for a few more minutes before he crept back into the bedroom to lie by Shirley's side. His actions woke her up. "What's going on?" she muttered, rubbing on her eyes as she spoke. "Umm, nothing love, I just went to the bathroom," he muttered, caressing her face as he gazed at her lovingly. "Come on, go

Mr Lucas Blakes let out a deep sigh, even creasing the lines of his forehead as he turned to his daughter. "I don't want to fire him, trust me, I will be more at ease having him remain your personal bodyguard but you did know that it was only temporary," he tried to explain. Maxwell studied Mr Blakes expression from where he stood. He was still unsure of whether the man knew that his daughter was a werewolf. He didn't even know if the man knew about him. There was nothing in his expression that gave him away. He seemed to be speaking to Shirley sincerely at the moment. Maxwell hadn't just cloned Mr Blakes phone, he had installed a recording device on it to record every conversation he had as long as he was the phone. The app was hidden in the man's phone so the man didn't even have a clue that it was there. From the recordings and all, Maxwell had been able to gather that the hunter was yet to tell Mr Blakes about him or his daughter being werewolves but Maxwell just couldn't be at

The car continued to speed on the highway until it took a sudden turn, entering a remote road with a stretch of woods on both sides of the road. A grunt like sound escaped Shirley's throat for the umpteenth time. The continuous rush of an indescribable feeling washing through her, the feel of her bones breaking, was killing Shirley. She didn't understand what was happening to her as occasionally, her bones snapped, making a popping sound, it was so painful that it forced a scream out of her mouth each time the snapping sound and pain washed through her. She knew that it was the full moon which was already beginning to be visible in the sky. She was turning. Amelia spared the struggling Shirley a quick glance, noticing that her eyes were now a glowing blue. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she returned her gaze to the road ahead. "We are almost there," she told Shirley in a comforting tone and Shirley gritted her teeth as she felt a sharp pain in her mouth, like she was suddenly gro