บททั้งหมดของ Craved By The Lycan Quadruplets : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Emily POVThe weight of uncertainty had pressed upon my shoulders for far too long, and the chance to uncover the truth was a temptation too powerful to resist. The letter had appeared like an answer to my unspoken pleas, promising the closure I so desperately sought. As I read the words that revealed that the person behind my mother's death was known, a mixture of shock and anticipation coursed through me.The clandestine meeting with Alpha Sebastian had been orchestrated under the cover of darkness, the shadows providing a fitting backdrop to the secrets that were about to be revealed. My heart raced as I approached our agreed rendezvous point, my steps guided by a determination that seemed to overpower the flicker of doubt that tried to take hold.As I reached the designated spot, my gaze locked onto Alpha Sebastian's figure, the tension in the air palpable. There was a gravity to his presence, an air of authority that demanded respect. The weight of his knowledge hung between us,

Roman POV My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of anxiety and anger pressing down on me like a suffocating cloak. The news of Emily's disappearance had hit me like a thunderbolt, shattering any semblance of calm I had managed to maintain. The mere thought of her being in the clutches of that conniving Sebastian ignited a fire within me – a fire that threatened to consume everything in its path. As Alpha, I had always prided myself on my ability to protect my pack, to keep those under my care safe from harm. Yet, here I was, faced with the grim reality that I hadn't been able to shield the woman I loved from the malevolent schemes of our rival. Every fiber of my being screamed with frustration, the helplessness of the situation gnawing at my very core. I tried reaching out to Emily through our mindlink, desperately hoping for a glimmer of connection, a whisper of her presence. But it was as if that link had been severed, leaving me feeling hollow and incomplete. The emptiness I

Emily POV The days had blurred together into a disorienting haze, each one carrying with it a mix of fear, frustration, and a gnawing sense of uncertainty. I could feel the weight of captivity pressing down on me, the walls of the room becoming a prison that seemed to tighten its grip with every passing moment. My body was no longer my own, plagued by restlessness, dizziness, and a persistent sense of unease. It had been a while since I'd ventured to the Pack's doctor, hoping to find answers for the sudden changes within me. And there, in the quiet confines of the medical room, I had received news that changed everything—I was pregnant. The revelation had left me stunned, my mind swirling with a mix of emotions. But amidst the shock, a fierce sense of protectiveness had taken root, urging me to keep this secret from everyone, including Roman. As the days stretched on in captivity, I felt the swell of hopelessness threatening to overtake me. Several times, I had attempted to escape,

Roman POV As the morning light seeped through the curtains, I found myself waking from a dream that lingered like a wisp of smoke in my mind. The memory of Emily, vivid and potent, wrapped around me like a warm embrace. My heart ached with a mixture of longing and sorrow, reminding me of the laughter we once shared, the way our bodies fit perfectly against each other in the comfort of our bed. I couldn't help but close my eyes and allow my mind to wander back to those moments. Her laughter, like music that danced on the wind, had always been my solace. I remembered the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and her smile that could light up the darkest of days. We used to stay in bed for hours, lost in each other's company, sharing stories, dreams, and whispered promises that were meant to last a lifetime. The soft touch of her fingers tracing patterns on my skin was etched into my memory, each caress a testament to the bond we shared. But now, the bed felt empty, the laughter silenc

Sebastian POV As the moon hung low in the night sky, casting eerie shadows across the forest, I paced the dimly lit room in one of my secluded houses, deep within my pack's territory. Emily, the Alpha's Luna, sat before me, her defiant eyes fixed upon mine. I had offered her two choices, options that I believed would break her spirit and make her mine. The first, to become my mate, to embrace a new life beside me as the Luna of my pack. The second, a gruesome alternative, was to face death. I had seen the fire in her eyes, her unwavering resolve when she spat her answer at me. "I would rather die," she had declared, her voice trembling with a courage that both impressed and frustrated me. She believed, with a stubborn certainty, that her mate, Roman, the Alpha of her pack, would come for her. It was a belief I found utterly amusing. I had spent nights contemplating the depth of her loyalty, her faith in the bond she shared with Roman. Did she truly think he could defy all odds and