บททั้งหมดของ The Chosen One: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Southern part of the mountain, near the Devil's Forest.On their journey, Alpha Henry found something that had torn his alpha senses off. He turned hard as he surveyed the landscape. “Eve, can you sense that?”Eve frowned at him. “Sense what? I don't—““There is something off here. It tingles my wolf. Worrying about him.”His face contorted; he focused, but not on work or anything else. It was controlled. Firmly controlled, and that was never a good thing. Because it meant he was itching to lose it.Still, for Eve, it did nothing to take away from his overall attractiveness. His shoulders seemed to shift slightly, but they remained strong. Powerful. Yet always subtle. Just like him... subtle.As Henry passed by, Eve smiled briefly. His eyes flicked towards her for a moment. In that one look, he pried into her, and then, just for a brief second, an honest smile played across his lips. But that was only a moment... and the hardness returned. "We should camp here, I suppose," said Henry,

“Eve!” Henry shouted and ran towards the unconscious woman, "Eve?” he asked as he took her from the dirt, held her head and whispered her name, “Eve, can you hear me?” he could feel the sweat-drenched skin, the pulsing of his own eyes, and the ringing shrieks vibrating in his ears, and the thumping of his heart against his chest. He looked around nervously and searched for the witch. But it was as if he was alone and couldn't hear his abrupt own breathing, he could even feel the oxygen flooding in and out of his lungs. Hesitantly, his eyes looked at the dead creatures before him. Fear troubled his guts, churning his stomach into severe cramps as he stole a glimpse towards the young woman. "Jenna? Is that you? Help. I need help!" He trailed off and carried Eve. A few hours later, still holding Eve, Alpha Henry was still anxious that he was going to mess big time. Despite having given himself lots of time to think, after the horrible moment with the Sanjinn creature and his astonishment

Jenna’s eyes moistened with sadness as she heard about the alpha’s daughter being kidnapped by the ferals. Just like her, she knew about Elizabeth's love of a mature man; she heard news from time to time, and she thought she and the young Elizabeth weren't any different at all, but her life wasn't full of rainbows and sunshine even though she was a daughter of well-known ancestry.When Jenna turned eighteen, it was agreed upon by her parents that she should be tutored in the ways of witchcraft and werewolf politics by Lord Ernest, the eldest seer of their coven, better known by his title, Lord Ernest. She was the only daughter of her parents and the leader of their coven, and education was their main goal. To educate her about their kind and their attachment to the werewolves and the human politician.Eventually breaking free of her mother's authoritarian leverage, Jenna took satisfaction in the opportunity to spend some time with a man. Her crush. The fact that Lord Ernest was some t

"No, they won't attempt that anymore; they owe us now. They are creatures of words. I mean, they owe you as much as all their entire family. They will lead us to Tommy's abductor,” Andrew said.“Are you sure?”“The feral was getting out of hand. There would be no compassion this time. We have to fight them according to their behaviour and such. But I need to rescue Tommy alone, Diana.”“Hell no!”“Without worrying about you, I have better chances of rescuing him on time.""Are you out of your mind? There is no way I'm letting you go out there alone, Andrew. The reason I'm here is to help you and to watch after you! You bloody know that!” She tried to shrug, tried to look confident, and tried to do anything other than stand like a statue. But her feet were stuck to the ground. She noticed the tiny furrow between his brows and the expression he made when he wasn’t pleased.And then she thought about how ridiculous it was that she knew his moods and expressions so well. It was foolhardy

Feral CampDevil's ForestIn the depths of the devil's forest, in the small clearing stood a large but low, beetle-browed cabin. Its ancient and ramshackle walls stood in an almost unrecognizable way; it was a dirty, six-foot, artificial stern cabin.With a harsh kick to her right side, Elizabeth was startled awake from a restless sleep. She attempted to touch her hands over to assess the pain that was pouring its way up her stomach and was shortly reminded of the coarse rope constraining around her wrists. She struggled to pull against it, evaluating the knot, and was reminded of the severe anguish it left in its wake. Unexpectedly, an enormous hand was clutching her upper arm and grabbing her to her feet clumsily."You're coming with me, little wolf. We need our evening's entertainment." A frightening voice coming from the massive figure of what she could only speculate was a man hauling her out of the cells called out. These phrases imbued her with an apprehension that she had neve