บททั้งหมดของ Mated to my Ex's Lycan King Dad: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Grace What the hell was I supposed to say? Never? Never because I hoped the rotten bastard rotted in whatever lycans called jail? Never because he would be too busy with his young, pregnant mate? I winced at those thoughts. None of those responses would be appropriate, even if they were all

Charles Grace leaned into my side as we rode to the airport toward the private hangers when the Clan jet waited. I could have taken a commercial flight, but when dealing with their President, it was better to flaunt as much of the Clans' wealth as possible. She pouted. "Still?" I asked, chucklin

Charles As we left the Red House, a bitter taste of frustration lingered on my tongue. George sighed beside me. The night air is cool, but my anger provides its own warmth. The evening air hung heavy with tension as George and I got into the car. "I should have clawed his face off," I growled.

Grace "What did you say?" I asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why would the Inter-Pack Police send a unit here after the Blood Moon incident was over? Was it about the threats I was still getting or something else? A ripple of unease went through me at the news. I got off the phone

Grace I looked at my calendar. There was no one there. I glanced over at Amira, who seemed to be watching the unit as if she was gearing up for a physical fight. I was a little wary. Who could it be? Especially now? “Who is it?” I inquired, my voice betraying a hint of caution. The front des