บททั้งหมดของ LYCAN'S ABUSED MATE : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

***Disclaimer!This chapter may contain romantic steamy 18+ content suitable for adults only.***As though Darren's words were a reminder, Kyley's heart trembled and pounded at a tremendous rate in reaction. Her heart beated in an undeniable flutter that forced her to realize how she felt about Darren. Kyley lowered her gaze not sure how to react to the sudden burn in her chest. It wasn't that she just wanted to never part ways with Darren. No, not just that alone...It also wasn't that she wanted to live forever with him, and held him dear to her heart only. Not only did she have those lusty thoughts whenever they were together on the bed and in the room all alone for no reason...Moreso, she didn't feel liberated and free around him without a reason.And as a matter of fact, the burn in her heart whenever she looked into his eyes and even as she stood in front of him, looking away, wasn't without a reason either. There's a reason she felt this way. And it's only because, Kyley

In the city of Portico, Yoldes palm was full of people who filled every corner as noon neared. However, despite how full the local pub was, the silence was loud as everyone stared ahead at the figure standing atop the staircase. A sorrowful and tense atmosphere hung in the air, as everyone just exchanged anxious glances. All Nightclaw pack members had been summoned, waiting to be addressed by their pack leader. Alphonse standing at the crown of the stairs with Nicole right beside him, looked down at the members of his pack with a determined expression, sweeping a glance across the mass amidst the grave silence. With a resolute gaze, Alphonse's facial expression was totally opposite that of Nicole who seemed hesitant and doubtful of what Alphonse was about to do. Despite having agreed to assisting him, she was still scared and hesitant. She stared at Alphonse with a worried expression, as though wanting to tell him to put a stop to what he was about to do and just come wi

Slam!Blinded by the rage that slowly consumed him, Darren walked out of the cabin, shutting the door violently behind him. He moved near the porch railing, clenching his fist and striking it hard on the wooden railing of the porch.Bang! Bang! As Darren struck the railing severally with his fist, " Dammit!" He cursed out loud with gritted teeth. He bent forward on the railing, lowering his head and supporting himself with his hands placed on the railing. Darren was hurt and in severe pain.He was devastated and furious.' Why?'' Why did things have to be this way!?' Thud!' Why!?' As he pondered with a heavy heart, Darren slammed his fist on the railing, this time weakly.It was highly likely that Jason was the father of the unborn child in Kyley, if the latter is truly pregnant. And Darren was livid about this fact, considering that it would lead to a lot of complications in the future. He had no idea what to do now.He was heartbroken and sad, pained and hurt. Tears droppe

Besides, what was the point of a life without Darren. I had hurt him and betrayed his love for me. It was all my fault. But more importantly... If I killed myself now, at least, I'll be able to show Darren that I hated this just as much as he did. I could prove to him how much I loved him and how I would have never even thought to betray him nor his love for me... Feeling a trickle of tears running in a stream down my face without my will, I stood from the sofa while still in a lost daze and made my way to the kitchen. Agony, pain and hurt in my heart as I dragged my feet across the floor. I didn't know when I got to the kitchen, but when I did, I raised my gaze to look towards where the kitchen knife was. I moved towards the iron-silver blade and picked it up. For a while, I stared at my reflection on the silver blade of the knife in my trembling hands, its cold sharpness urged me to go ahead and put myself through . My eyes, my face, my whole being, was... Living dead to th

Two weeks after, Darren was busy making dinner in the kitchen when all of a sudden he heard a knock on the front door. Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! It was uch a bizarre knock that made the prior existent frown on his face deepen even more. Nonetheless, after a short while of thinking, he quickly turned off the stove and calmly went to answer the door. Click! As Darren unlocked the door and pulled it open, his furrowed brows were raised in surprise at first before furrowing once again into a frown at the figure standing by the door. " Zeeb, what are you doing here?" Darren asked the tall lanky man whose thin body frame made his long muscly arms obvious. The man named Zeeb had a short brown hair that was the same as his full beards that his outlined jaw. He seemed in his early thirties. His honeycomb pupils trembled slightly hearing Darren as he quickly bowed his head curtly and said in a reverent tone, " My liege, the chief has commanded that I return witb you to the clan at