Chapter Sixty. Unedited. Anastasia's POV. Kyra and Olivia has spent the past twenty minutes or so to get to know each other. They look cute together and have some likewise hobbies, which has helped in improving their conversations. On my hand, I'm focused on finishing the food. They did not even indulge me in the discussion, so I can focus on getting food in me. I am done now and Kyra is the first to talk, "so, the doctor called me in earlier to say that your reports says you're okay now and you can be discharged in the evening. It's still morning, so perhaps we should talk about your plans? Do you go back to working or come home for some break?" She says it as though she would even be around. I'd be bored out of my life. "And I'll be around. I don't have any gig to work on, so..." She trails off, unintentionally answering my unsaid question. I mouth is kept opened for a minute. "Wait, you aren't joking?" "Of course. Why would I?" Yeah, why would she? I find myself nodding,

Chapter Sixty Two.Nicholas's POV.My monster is out, and we are coming for them. The moment I land on the water, I create an invisible tightness in the air and use the aid of gravity to make it hit the water behind me repeatedly, as I race towards Hillary's ship. The water behind me make a ripple, folding up continuously as it rises into the air. An act of levitating water with a fold of nature. I am creating a wave of water behind me that's forming a massive fold. The sound of the water as it crashes, stashing up reaches my hearing and I smile, devilishly. My monster has been provoked by Anastasia leaving and with this coming up, I am not in a state where I'm thinking twice. Although I am not as angry as I would have been expected to, but I'm still pissed. This time, pissed at everything. In the distance, I see the ship Xander's on. I can already sense him there, quicker, because of the mind-link connection, and the one of the Werewolves, "there," he says with an unfazed tone, ta

Chapter.Anastasia's POV.Unedited. "No.""Yes."I am sounding dramatic, my voice raised, "no, please," then I make my facial expression one that gives the puppy eyes look."Oh, please, don't use that on me. Trust me, this series is interesting," says Kyra, countering me. I shake my head as I fight with the air. I am sitting on the same couch with her. We have a bowl of popcorn on the floor and a bottle of champagne. I have dropped my wine cup a few minutes ago when we fought for the remote, but of course, she won. "We've watched it for how many times now?" I ask, and she hums, her brain reeling for an answer. "Well...""Just let's check some anime series or something." I say and find myself yawning, lightly. Strangely enough, the Champagne makes me feel sleepy. "Oh, yes, I know one." I huff. "No, I am serious." And she sounds serious, so I am giving her the benefit of the doubt. We have the TV on casting, so her phone is connected to it. I place my sight on the television screen

Chapter Sixty Six.Anastasia's POV."I should have been with you since that night and never allow him take you away, but I had no choice. Plus, I thought he wouldn't have risked making you ingest his venom," he begins. Seriously, everything in me wants to know who that person is, by asking him, but I want to be patient. I have a feeling he would get there, "and I am here now, because Werewolves are back on the outside. Calm down. I assure you, I'll get to the bottom of it all" he is quick to say when he sees me raise my brows. Okay, as much as that sounds weird, I don't entirely find it weird or as ridiculous as I am supposed to, since they are mythologies. Anyway, he continues, "they've been keeping themselves away from all trouble, but when the conflict between us and the Vampires started and roared to this stage, one of our sectors attacked a powerful pack of theirs and now, at first, when they came here, I thought they wanted to revenge on us and on the Vampires, but instead, they

Chapter Sixty Eight.Nicholas's POV.I close my eyes as I swallow the last content in the wine cup I have in my hands. The alcohol, mixed with blood, which is more than the alcohol, itself, makes it sticky to the glassy material. I lay my head on the study table. I am in my wing, having secluded myself from any stress, as I have told my men to take care of things by themselves. My face is solemn, as is my spirit. Hillary hasn't been talking to me since the time he arrived. He's angry for what I did to Anastasia. He doesn't believe that I did most of it to protect that. Rather, he believes I did it for my own interest, so she does not see me as evil. That may be true, and that may not be, but the fact that it protected her at all cost cannot be insignificant. I frown and bend the last content in the alcohol bottle in the air with levitation and use the air to cool it, having changed it atmosphere to an icy one, so the liquid become solid. Having done that, I changed the shape to o