Saved by the Lycan Prince のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Trinity POVThe private hospital room door bursts open and a ball of flurry rushes inside. “Trinity! My baby!”A guard scurries behind, trying to stop her. “Ma’am, you can’t barge into here. Only authorized people are allowed in, and you aren’t on the list.”Her feet come to a grinding stop, and fire glows in her green eyes as she spins around on her heals. Her long blonde hair flies out and wraps around her neck when she abruptly stops, facing the man. I don’t need to see her face. Her rigid shoulders tell me everything I need to know. The guard gulps as he hesitantly adds, “It is by order of the King.”My mother straightens her back and plants her hand on her hip. Her shrill voice effortlessly slices right through the tall, muscular guard. “The King! No one can stop me from visiting my daughter!”I shake my head and give the guard a silent apology with my eyes while pleading for him to forgive her. “It is alright. She can come in.”The guard turns his attention to me, s

Trinity POV“I can’t stay here. I should be beside my father and help him resolve this.” My frustrations bubble up as my calm alpha mask slips and nearly breaks. My mother cups my hands in hers and gently rubs the back of them with her thumbs. “You have more to think about now. There is an additional life growing within you. I know you take your alpha duties serious, but you haven’t taken the title yet. A danger still lurks back in our pack. As long as Drake and his father are free to move around on their own or talk with others, you will be in danger. I’m hoping the two realize they can’t get anything now that the council and the King have dissolved the marriage. I’m also hoping your father has come to his senses and sees the father-son pair for what they are, vultures.”The beautiful garden fragrances fill my nose and circle around me, but unlike previous times, it can’t calm my growing restlessness or my irritation. I didn’t make Drake become greedy, but he was tempted a

Lance POV A loud explosion rattles the windows and shakes the building. Frantic voices scream in my head as people from the hospital report intruders, while the guards at the palace inform me about another group of intruders there. My father calmly replies, “We knew this was a possibility, and I gave everyone instructions. Follow my orders and document everything. The guards will capture the intruders soon. I might not be there, but we are prepared for this, and Lance is there. He knows how to handle things like this.” The frantic voices subside while my thoughts go to Trinity, her mother, and Bethany, hoping they are all safe in the bunker. I take a deep breath. “I’m still in my office, but I will head out to the most critical spot right away. Are the intruders under control at the hospital?” A few people mumble, “No.” The familiar voice of a doctor confidently adds, “The group is still in the lobby demanding to know what room is Bethany’s. I don’t believe there are an

Trinity POV“Where is Lance? Why isn’t he responding to me?” In a slight daze, I stare up at the medical staff, hoping they have the answers I need. But instead of getting what I want, I’m met with blank looks and a few head shakes. A wave of panic hits me. No. I won’t believe it. I push myself up into a sitting position on the hospital bed and grunt, “I need to know where he is and if he is alright. Right now.” My frustrations boil up, but I force them back down. It won’t help me getting mad at them if they can’t reach anyone who knows. The staff nervously looks at each other and then back at me, but no one offers any answers. My mother rubs my back. “Honey, they won’t know right now. If they are running the same protocol as we do, only the people fighting can link with each other. It keeps worried family from filling up the link, and the warriors can keep an open line between themselves. Now stop this. I know you are worried. I’m worried about your father. If this

Lance POV Ugh… Every part of me hurts, including my hair. What happened? Images instantly flash through my head of a duffle bag and someone screaming threats. Then someone pulls out a little black box with a red button from the bag. I take a quick glance at the hospital and remember all the helpless people who are inside. Without thinking, I use my fast reflexes and charge forward, trying to seize control of the trigger. A sinister laugh echoes in my ears as the guy presses the button. I don’t think twice before I snap the guy’s neck and spin around, catapulting forward in a blink of an eye and covering the duffle bag. My only hope and thought are to save the people in the hospital. Other people pile on top of me, trying to help. My last flickering thought is of my mate and our unborn child. I hope they are safe. The bomb explodes under me and pain rips through me before everything goes blank. Did I survive? Did the others? Luckily, my royal blood makes it harder