Todos os capítulos de Intoxicated Love: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

3rd Point of View.The blue moon is shining bright, dominating the broad serenity of the dark sky. It was the night when Lucy, the keeper of the Moonstone, gave birth to a healthy werewolf she named Faye. Although she was having a hard time, Lucy tried her best to reach Faye, wanting to rest in her chest. The cold wind passed along with the falling tears of Lucy while realizing, she is now a real mother. After several months of waiting.Giving birth in the middle of the forest, hiding from the dangerous werewolf packs, how far did Lucy have to go just to keep Faye safe? She hugged Faye that is bathed in blood while thinking of the future events that Faye might face."She's safe and healthy," the midwife breaks the silence. Lucy gave her a look, but couldn't find words."Thank you, Gora," she responded.Gora looked away. She felt nervous while passing the baby to Lucy, and Lucy notices it. It's as if Gora sensed something while holding Faye, and is not planning to inform Lucy. Why does

Faye's Point of View. I remember, there was a cloudy dark smoke dominating my eyesight before I completely closed my eyes. Cold air simply covers my body. It's as if I was being blanketed using an ice blanket. The first thing that comes into my mind, is Damion. I hate that he has to be connected to my pain. Responsibility for taking care of my body is not my thing. I wanted to be a wild alcohol drinker until I'm crawling because of intoxication, party with my friends in a club where hot boys do come, and no one can be blamed if ever I got into an accident and die. His appearance in my life is quite disturbing. The first day of the meeting, and I'm already feeling humiliated when my wolf rushed in wanting to mate. In front of my parents, my coquettishness showed that I try hard to hide! And now, there's an arrow intoxicating my body slowly, spreading all the poisons extracted into the arrow. Now, instead of just thinking about myself healing, I will also think about him endlessly wit

Faye's Point of View. Damion's cold temperature makes me worried sick. At the same time, it makes me think of multiple questions. The fact that he wanted to hide when he was about to wolf out is enough for me to wonder. His eyes are burning red, and his fangs, claws, and fur are starting to grow. I feel so scared. Nonconsciously, I stepped a little backward, showing an initial sign of fear. Despite how hard I tried to hide my fear so he won't feel so different about himself, my gestures failed to recognize my thoughts. It's like it has its own life. "Go outside," says Damion, looking away. He's hugging himself, shivering with cold. I can't afford to see him like this. Having two options is a privilege, but I'm turning it down. I fought my fear and went near him. Although there's a part of me that doesn't like it, I still hugged him. Damion struggled to get away- to push me away... but I'm not letting him. I let him struggle to fight my embrace until he gets tired and submits himsel

Damion's Point of View. Pounding joy couldn't escape my heart. I almost thought she despise me because of my sudden disappearance without notice or at least a sign that I'm still alive. I'm glad she didn't stop finding me, even though there's a hundred percent chance she will only find my remains. Her effort is beyond thoughtful, she's limitless and brave. I answered her before she rejected my intimate hug. "Just like you, I also wondered why. But we can still change this, okay?" I answered while holding back my outburst to laugh and release my overflowing romantic excitement. She pulled my arms and put them at the back of me— showing an initial sign of attacking. Answering, "Am I a laughingstock to you, Mr. Damion?" This time, the urge to laugh can no longer be hidden, so I let it out while trying to get my arms out of my back. I was about to answer. We were having fun and almost own the entire night, making it OUR night. But the Alpha King appeared. I can see his anger even in t

3rd Point of View. Like the raging fire, Jacob went berserk. He abnormally releases his anger that he couldn't control in the giant cauldron that Fatima and Lowell used to cook potions of medicines. He wolfed out, and now, his strength maximized to its full power, and could perfectly throw tantrums and eradicate things that caught his eye. The garden of Lowell seems like there's an enormous storm passed through. "Pitiful Jacob," snarled Fatima while sipping her expensive liquor placed in an expensive crystal glass, rolling her eyes upward. She was standing on her balcony while resting her arms on its railing. "Nah, don't you say that, Fatima. It's stupidity, I supposed. Stupid love makes him go wild like that," Lowell replied, walking to stand up beside Fatima. "A love he shouldn't even have in the first place?" Fatima laughed. "To protect Faye, he became obsessed with everything about his own daughter's business. Lowell, he's creepy." "Yeah, but how do you say he's flying into