บททั้งหมดของ Fated To The Evil Viking : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

"Stand down guys!" I commanded immediately as I stepped into the conference room. The three of them; Eric, Ivar, and Henrik, looked surprised to see me, or should I say afraid. Perhaps they were afraid that I might suddenly go crazy and start to tear the whole place apart as I did inside the arena's ladies' bathroom. They had no idea of what I did to get myself more in control of my emotions. I looked from their surprised faces to the old men they all wanted to fight and I sighed. Sometimes I wonder who was crazier between Eric and me. I mean how on earth could he think of fighting them? Elders are supposed to be powerful but it was obvious that these ones were not given the position because of their strength. Elders like my dad and Alpha Nate for example still have a lot of fights left in them but these ones are not worth the trouble their death would bring on me, their Alpha. What was Eric thinking!?I walked inside and sat beside Ivar..."Hey man, you're awake?" Eric asked, loo

Eric looked surprised by my question. I should tell him the truth that the question I asked is as a result of the inaccessible memories I locked away but is it? Surely, my mate couldn't be part of that memory? I consider the name carefully and repeats it to myself several times... 'Ash. Ash... Ash should be shortened for Ashley, right?' I wonder about the surprise expression on Eric's face especially when the truly doesn't ring any bells with me. I was with my mate yesterday night. And since I can still recall what she looks like, doesn't that mean she's not part of the memory I locked?... Why I can't remember her name then? I look back at Eric with confusion "Is that her name?" I ask "Her?" He replies, looking confused himself. He knows who I'm speaking of course so why is he looking at me as if he's the one with no memory and not me. "My mate... Is Ash my mate's name?" I ask somewhat impatiently this time. "I don't understand, why are you asking me? She's your mate, isn't

Thor's POV"Thor! Thor, wait up! Eric calls after me. I don't stop since I'm not in the mood to talk. I just want to be left alone in the meantime to think.'Not right now Eric. I need to go for a run and clear my head.' I replied to him through our mind link.There's a need for balance in life. Balance helps maintain stability. It enables something or someone for that matter to remain upright and steady. Especially if you're a shifter, half human half beast, where the two different beings that you're made of must be in the correct proportion. Then balance must be ensured by all meansBlocking off that important part of my memories in order for me to maintain my stability seemed to me like a very good idea then. I thought it would do me and the shifters around me a world of good before I took that bold step but instead of what I expected, I think it made things worse for me. But did it really?... Like Eric pointed out to me earlier... Feral werewolves hardly act sane, especially wh

Thor's POV"Even if we're expecting trouble, I don't think we should go home and just wait for it to come to us. I think we should do something about it. Deal with it, you know." Bear speaks for the first time since we arrived at the border and we all turn to look at him as he continues talking."Like this fence. I think we should first do something about it. I mean what if those mean motherfucking rouges are the ones responsible for damaging it? If this is truly them, then do you guys think their target would just be Alpha's mansion?... Cos I don't think so. I think they would target the whole pack. All five of us can defend ourselves because we're trained fighters. We're warriors but what about the pack members? Not all pack members can defend themselves. The pups for example can't. Some she-wolves can't either. Not all she-wolves can fight like Ella you know– and what about the old and feeble?..." He finished saying with his eyes level with mine and I nodded in agreement.Bear jus

My heart thumps rapidly with excitement as Eric sheds light on another part of my mind that has been in total darkness for the past two days. I was wrong. I made a huge mistake. That important part of my memory that I locked away didn't push me over the edge. Something else did. Despite my promise to remain calm, I can't help the anger building up in me all over again. Although I was already aware he would be sharing incomplete information with me, I refused to accept the word 'something' again. Isn't not knowing exactly what the 'something' is the reason I went feral in the first place?He needs to be specific with me this time. Something is a thing that is unspecified or unknown. I'm not going to start wondering about this 'something' shit all over again. I want to know a bit more about the 'something' that frustrated me to the extent it made me go feral.I cover my anger and frustration with a smile since I know he would immediately stop talking to me the moment my emotions become