บททั้งหมดของ One Night Stand with the Lycan: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Marco’s POVAs the chaos erupted around us, my instincts took over, fueling my transformation into a Lycan full breed wolf. The surge of power coursed through my veins, my senses heightened to a razor-sharp focus. I stood tall, my muscles rippling with strength, ready to face the imminent threat that loomed before me.The scent of blood and sweat mingled in the air as Swift claw's men closed in on me, their eyes filled with malice and aggression. They underestimated the fury that burned within me, the determination to protect my pack and our legacy. With a fierce snarl, I lunged forward, my fangs bared, meeting their onslaught head-on.The clash of steel against claws filled the air as I fought with a primal ferocity. Each strike was precise, calculated, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill. I couldn't afford to lose control, to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume me. This battle was about justice, not vengeance.Swift claw's men outnumbered me, but I was fueled by a

Marco’s POVMy chest heaves with every breath as I sprint back towards the forefront of the battle line. Anger and frustration course through my veins, clouding my judgment, and driving me forward with a single-minded purpose. The weight of Scarlett's abduction presses heavily on my shoulders, fueling my rage and blinding me to all else.As I charge into the midst of the enemy werewolves, my movements are fueled by pure instinct. I strike without mercy, my claws tearing through flesh and bone, my fangs sinking deep into the enemy's throats. Each kill brings me a momentary release, a fleeting respite from the overwhelming despair that threatens to consume me.Amidst the chaos, Sage's keen eyes catch my erratic behavior. He maneuvers through the battlefield, expertly fending off adversaries as he makes his way towards me. His voice cuts through the clamor of battle, filled with concern and urgency."Marco, what's wrong?" he shouts, his eyes searching mine for answers. "You're not yourse

Marco’s POVDays blend into nights as we tirelessly pursue Swift Claw men, our determination unyielding. We interrogate informants, follow leads, and leave no stone unturned. Through thick forests, desolate plains, and treacherous mountains, we press on, refusing to be deterred.The scorching sun beat down on us relentlessly, adding to the weariness that clung to our bones. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I and Sage took a moment to rest under the shade of a towering oak tree. We had been on the move for days, our pursuit unyielding, but the trail seemed to grow fainter with each passing hour.As we sat side by side, our faces etched with exhaustion, a distant murmur reached our ears. It was faint, carried by the gentle breeze, but it was enough to pique our curiosity. We exchanged glances, a shared sense of intrigue washing away the fatigue momentarily."Sage," I whispered, my voice hushed yet tinged with excitement. "Did you hear that? The voices...they're not far off. We should

Scarlett’s POV Through tear-filled eyes, I scanned my surroundings, trying to discern any details that could offer a clue to my location. But the darkness and the presence of the masked figures only heightened my sense of helplessness. I was at their mercy, at the mercy of those who sought to harm me and my pack. As I lay there, trembling and battered, a mixture of anger and determination welled up within me. I refused to be broken, to surrender to the fear that threatened to consume me. With each painful breath, I reminded myself of the love and strength that resided within me, the same love and strength that would guide me through this darkest of trials. Through gritted teeth, I mustered the strength to speak, my voice trembling but laced with defiance. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" I demanded, the words escaping in hoarse whispers. The masked figures remained silent, their cold gazes fixed upon me as if relishing in my suffering. The lack of response only fueled my de

Scarlett’s POV "Michael, it's time for you to prove your loyalty once again. Take Scarlett to her cell. Make sure she understands the consequences of defying me." The command fell from Michael's lips, his voice dripping with cruelty and authority. The depths of his betrayal were laid bare, and the weight of his actions pressed heavily upon me. But I refused to bow down to his demands. I would face whatever consequences awaited me with unwavering defiance. A twisted grin spread across Michael's face, a sickening display of sadistic pleasure. His eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, reveling in his newfound power. He took another step closer, his presence suffocating, and the stench of betrayal mingled with the air around us. With each movement, his betrayal only grew heavier, fueling the fire of determination that burned within me. I locked eyes with him, my gaze unwavering, and my voice laced with scorn. "You're nothing more than a pawn, Michael," I spat, my voice filled with bitt