Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wolfless Temptation : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Garrick’s POVI took the hidden tunnels, moving behind the palace walls as I made my most recent trip to the Harem. It was longer but it was far more private than using the halls and I was more protected from the eyes of the King’s constantly present spies. Only a handful of his officials knew about these passageways so I could be reasonably sure none of my recent trips there had been noticed. I held no torch to guide my path, letting enough of my beast to the surface so that I could see more clearly in the dark.I couldn’t get over the image of how the girl had looked when I’d gone to retrieve her from Xaden’s room three days ago; bloodied, beaten─ broken almost beyond what seemed repairable. A dark grimace marred my face even as I thought about it again.She was too young and too innocent for this, but then, weren’t all the others? Wasn’t her little omega wolf friend whose life Mordric had casually ended out of nothing but petulant spite? No matter how many times I asked myself th

Feyre’s POV“You’re lucky you woke up on your own. You would not have enjoyed the method I would’ve chosen.” was what I heard the moment I returned to consciousness, a wave of anxiety hitting me before I even opened my eyes.His hard, unsmiling face hovered over me, displeasure etched deeply into every line and plane. My breath caught in my throat, unbridled fear stealing whatever words I might have had at the moment. I wanted to slip back into unconsciousness. To disappear into thin air. To die. Yet I could only lie there paralyzed by my terror as his malevolent gaze burned a path down my body. Only as I followed his gaze did I realize I was now completely naked and it was that discovery that stunned me into action.I tried to scramble up but his hand seized my wrist, pinning me to the bed as he made to straddle my thighs. My panic got the better of me, and along with it, a staunch refusal to be his victim yet again. If I would not lose consciousness again, then I would die.I kicked

Dymon’s POVIt had been long since I felt the need to destroy someone. It was an ache in my gut, a deep unsettlement of self that had me constantly on the brink of rage, fighting valiantly not to fall into it.I returned to my affairs, overlooking the state of my empire, and even then, I could not get Xaden Whitewood out of my head, nor the retribution I wanted to visit upon him for his cruelty and disrespect.I had aided his ascension to his empire and asked one small favor in exchange and he had disregarded it so callously. It made me seethe with the urge to punish him for that insult. It was my right in pound flesh after all.Still, as much as I wanted to collect my due from the Lycan King, I couldn’t justify the cost of plunging my Vampires into war once more after centuries of peace.It was not that blood did not spill in Drusden, far from it. Vampires were a bloodthirsty lot, and every other hour, some innocent creature met their end deep in the bowels of my dark city. Engaging

Feyre’s POVI spent the next few days in my room engaged in a listless routine of waking, bathing, eating, and staring at the ceiling until I fell asleep again. There were a few nightmares in between sleep schedules that made me wary of dozing off again, but with nothing else to do, I somehow managed to. I was used to passing hours doing nothing but waiting for the next client who felt like abusing me. Now that I was done with that, I wasn’t sure what to do with my time.I hadn’t received any instructions that barred me from venturing out of my room, but I was too wary to dare it on my own. Too used to be cooped up in one place for long periods of time.On the third day shortly after breakfast, the maid that had been attending to me knocked at my door and reentered.I looked up, surprised to see her back so soon. Usually, once she took away my breakfast dishes, I didn’t see her again till lunch and then dinner.That she was here meant she probably had some message or instruction to ha

Dymon’s POV“I’m sorry, what?” Feyre said, shock lacing her voice, her eyes wide, mouth gaping as she stared at me. I wondered why after complete mastery of almost twelve different languages over the course of eight centuries, I was finding it so difficult to find the proper words that explained everything I’d learned about her family to her.Judging from her surprise, I felt like a small explanation of what dire wolves were would help“A dire wolf is an ancient─”“I know what they are. What do you mean my mother was one? How do you know this?”“I got it from your father.”“How? I know Father. He wouldn’t just tell you something like this because you asked. How did you get him to?” She pressed, eyes narrowed, voice increasingly heated. I hesitated, but for only a moment before I told her the truth.“I read his mind.”She was quiet for a minute and I remained silent as well, watching her as she watched me. She seemed to struggle with herself, as if she couldn’t decide whether to be ang