บททั้งหมดของ One Night with a Lycan: A Big Girl’s Transformation: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Nolan splashed his face with cold water and looked at himself in the mirror.The hangover had him groggy, and his reflection was blurry.His skin was pale and greasy. He could even smell the sour smell of alcohol sweating out of his skin.Wake up, he told himself, rubbing his eyes to get them to focus. They were puffy, with dark purple circles underneath.Nolan gave himself a hard slap across the face, to force himself to his senses.It helped sober him up.A fast, hot shower helped a little, too.He needed a shave but didn’t have time to call for an attendant come and do a proper job of it for him.Going a little too fast with the straight razor, he wound up nicking himself right in the center of his throat. It bled more than he expected and took a while to stop.And now he was definitely late for whatever appointment was waiting for him.He looked down at the white towels he’d used to soak up all the bright red blood. And started thinking about Yena.His own blood smelle

NOLAN “We’d love to have Yena join us here at the university,” the woman was saying. “What a talent she has… we of course saw her performance at the werewolf university she attended last year, and we’d be honored to have her in our design program.” Nolan was on a video call with an admissions officer at the School of Fashion Design, where Yena had applied. “I know you spoke to my colleague,” the lady continued. “About our security concerns. I’m sure you know this, but our school won’t be able to provide the extra security that would be needed to keep her safe here, at cost to our university.” “Yes,” Nolan said. “I understand that, and of course we will be covering all expenses.” His brain was still not working its best. But this call was urgent for the school, and Nolan needed to get everything in order for Yena. “I can tell you now that the palace will most certainly be contracting some private security agenci

The deaconess looked lost for words as she walked over to me. Her mouth was opening and closing, like she didn’t know what to say or how to start. “I guess you heard that I’m moving out,” I said. “They had us sign contracts.” She frowned. “Promising not to tell anyone outside of the palace, about what is going on with you and the prince…” “That makes sense,” I said. “I’m sorry to have to tell you goodbye, but I guess this is it.” Rafaela stood there for a moment, still looking like she couldn’t bring herself to speak. “Thanks for everything,” I told her. “Miss Yena,” she finally said, “You must know, there will never be another princess like you again.” Her big, round eyes were filling up with tears. “Thank you.” I wasn’t sure what else I could say to that. She shook her head and said, “You don’t understand.” “Understand what?” Then she reached out and to

Yena dove into her bed, landing in the middle of all the new, big fluffy pillows and laughing. “It’s weird,” she said. “Everything’s so different now. It feels really good to be back here though, that’s for sure.” She grabbed a pink velvet pillow and held it to her chest. Then looked at Evan and smiled. “You’re different, too,” she said. “Like you finally grew up or something.” Evan shrugged. “Guess it had to happen at some point, right?” She giggled. He had a vision of diving onto the bed on top of her, pinning her down, and kissing her. Yena raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “What?” “Nothing.” Evan shook his head. “I guess I was thinking that you… you really grew up, yourself.” Yena looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Suddenly she started looking very sad. Evan’s mind was still running through the vision where he was lying on top of her i

ADAN It was Lucy who first told Adan that Yena was moving back to her parent’s home, where she’d grown up, in the town right next to the college. But then Adan got the parent’s house under surveillance. He had someone posted down the street, parked in a car with dark tinted windows, who watched and made sure that Yena arrived at the house and went inside.The spy kept his eyes on the door all through the night, and in the morning, he called Adan with an update. “A young male, the brother, left the house first on his own early this morning,” the man reported. “Dressed in athletic gear, went off running toward the mountain. Then your subject came out.” “And?” “And I’m following her now. She took a little stroll down the street to a bakery, where she just went in. You want me to go inside, or keep eyes from the street?” “Don’t go in,” Adan said sharply. “Text me the address.” He threw on a jacket and shoe