Entangled with the Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Lisa PoV"Oh my god," I laughed as I ripped through the forest.My paw was hitting the ground with such ferocity that it felt like the ground was shaking and would tear into two at any moment. I was running with such incredible speed that the forest zipped past me in a blur. It was incredible. All my senses were extremely heightened to the extent that I could hear and see the entire forest. The chirping of crickets, the tweeting of birds, the panting of a deer; I could even hear a bunch of squirrels scurrying up a tree.I have never felt so alive, so free. I felt like I had absolutely no worry in the world. That was the third time that I was transformed into a wolf, and it still felt like the first time."Enjoying the ride?" Nessa chuckled."You know I am," I laughed.It was such a wonder that I had such an amazing gift inside of me, and I was just experiencing it now."Not to worry," Nessa laughed, "we have so much time to spend together. I smell a river nearby, let’s check it out."

Klaus PoV"This is getting out of hand," Aurora called out as she splattered oil all over the pan. She was in the middle of making breakfast, yet, all her thoughts were centered on Axel's erratic actions."I know, babe," I replied as I set the table, "but there's nothing I can do.""What do you mean there's nothing you can do?" she raised her voice louder than the sizzling sound of the frying eggs. It was bacon and eggs for breakfast, my favorite. “You're the beta. The pack looks up to you.""And he's the Alpha," I replied, "the pack owes their loyalty to him.""Then maybe he should no longer be the Alpha, and the pack should swear their loyalty to someone that truly cares about them. Not an Alpha that would turn around to torture the same people he swore to protect."Aurora had a deep scowl on her face as she entered the dining room with two sets of plates perfectly balanced on her arms."Babe, what you're suggesting is ludicrous," I scoffed, "that's a rebel, anyone who tries that w

Axel PoV"I know you know where he is," I scowled deeply while I fired up the electrical lighter, "all you need to do is to tell me and this torture will stop.""Please," his pleas were muffled, "I don't know where my son is. He told no one of his disappearance, not even his wife. He just packed his bags all of a sudden and disappeared.""Lies!" I slammed my hand on the table, and the knives and blades that were carefully laid out on it rattled, "lies, that's what you have been feeding me. Perhaps, our friendly chat last night wasn't enough motivation for you to talk. Perhaps this is enough motivation."“Please, stop.”But stopping was the last thing on my mind. All I needed was answers, and I was going to get them.I ignored his screams as I presses the lighter against his skin, burning him until his flesh began to smell like roasted meat. And I was not done. I laced the burn wound with wolfsbane, and his screams turned to wails of agony. Werewolves are tough, but not against fire. A

Maximo PoVIt felt weird, being responsible for someone else.Since my birth, I’ve only looked out for myself and no one else. Well, that might not be entirely true because I’ve felt responsible for this silly prophetic child since I had her parents killed, albeit not directly. But now, I have to lead her safely back to the cave.“You’re so lucky I found you when I did,” I mumbled to the unconscious girl strapped on my back while I slowly picked my way back to the cave.“You aren’t so lucky though,” I chuckled softly, “cos you’re still going to die. I just need to get you back to the cave so I can easily shed your precious blood all over the fake goddess.”“But why,” I continued talking to an unconscious girl that couldn’t possibly hear anything I said, “why did my wolf lead me to you? And what do you have inside you that’s enough to pull me to you?”All these questions ruminated in my head with no answers.Right after I’d sent my servant on his first mission, I decided to wander the

Lisa PoVMy internal alarms immediately went off the moment I heard his voice.In my experience, being alone with men didn’t end well, and I was not ready to risk this stranger being different. I needed to move and get into a defensive state to protect myself but I could barely move my body.“What did you do to me?” I stuttered, “why can’t I move my body?”“You were very sick, Lisa,” he replied gently and stepped into the light, “your fever just broke, and your body is working out the trauma you just went through. Rest a bit, and your werewolf healing would kick in.”This stranger, whoever he is, was as upsetting as he was pleasing. His voice was as pleasant as his face. He was extremely handsome and carried himself with poise and elegance. He has a round face that culminated into a broad jaw. His nose was long and sharp, his lips were pert and tempting, and there was something about his blue-hypnotic eyes that appealed to me. Despite his obvious handsomeness, I was uncomfortable arou