บททั้งหมดของ Wanting My Lycan King Godfather: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Dario’s POV Shit shit shit. I stormed upstairs, frustration and regret gnawing at my insides. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a grave mistake by indulging Isla's desires for so long. The illusion of our blissful run shattered around me, replaced by the harsh reality of our complicated situation. "Picnic's over," I muttered under my breath, a bitter taste of disappointment lingering on my tongue. "Time to face reality." Ignoring the curious glances of passing pack members, I made my way to the training room, the need to release my pent-up frustration driving me forward. But as I approached the door, Brenda, clad in nothing but a skimpy robe, rushed to meet me, her intentions painfully clear.“Dario, you're back.” Brenda cooed as she rushed to grab my arm.“Not now, Brenda. I'm not in the mood.” I growled at her as the anger of the incident still weighed on me."Fancy a little fun, Dario?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.I recoiled, my patience wearin

Isla's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room as I blinked away the remnants of sleep. I woke up feeling heavy-hearted, the events of yesterday weighing on my mind like a dark cloud. The fight with Dario echoed in my thoughts, each word and glance piercing me with sadness and frustration. That sick bastard, when would he learn that I'm willing to be with him despite everything? I thought as I tried to make my way to the bathroom to chuck some water on my face.But despite it all, my love for Dario remained steadfast. I sprayed some water on my face to clear out the last remnants of sleep still in my eyes. I looked at myself in the mirror, and all I could see was a girl with a determined spirit. Yes, I was determined to find a way to make things right, to complete the mate bond and claim him as mine. I loved him; I was sure he loved me, too. It's his responsibility as Alpha and my relationship with him as a goddaughter. That's wha

66: Don’t Push Your Luck, Isla.Isla's POV Dario's eyes bore into mine with simmering anger, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife. "Are you really going to make this difficult, Isla?" I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down. "I won't write anything," I replied defiantly, my voice steady despite the emotions raging within me. He scoffed, a hint of disbelief colouring his expression. "You're being stubborn for no reason, Isla," he retorted, his frustration palpable in every word. "Stubborn?" I echoed, my voice rising with indignation. "You're the one trying to force me to do something against my will. Who's really being unreasonable here?" Dario's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to maintain control. "This isn't about being reasonable, Isla. It's about doing what needs to be done," he argued, his tone bordering on exasperation. "But what if I don't agree with what you think needs to be done?" I countered, my voice tinged with

Isla's POVAs the first light of dawn kissed the sky, painting it in vibrant hues of pink and gold, I felt a familiar surge of energy coursing through my veins. With practised ease, I laced up my running shoes, anticipation tingling in the air as I prepared to embrace the freedom of the forest. With a deep breath, I surrendered to the transformation, the exhilarating rush of power sweeping over me as my human form gave way to that of my wolf. My senses heightened, I took off into the woods, the earth soft beneath my paws as I moved through the dense underbrush with effortless grace. The world blurred around me as I lost myself in the rhythm of my stride, the rhythmic pounding of my heart matching the steady cadence of my steps. With each passing moment, I felt a sense of liberation, unlike anything I had ever experienced before, the wild beauty of the forest enveloping me in its embrace. But amidst the rush of the wind and the pounding of my heart, I felt the familiar presence of N

Isla's P.O.VThe sound of falling books echoed through the library as I bent over to arrange the dusty books I had toppled over in my hasty escape. Carefully placed them back in their various positions on the shelf, satisfied that I had managed to run a few shelves away from Silvan. I think he got the message anyway. He should not come running after me again.I still couldn’t figure out what that flash of light was. Was I being trailed? I felt goosebumps crawl my skin as I imagined a stranger in the shadows watching my every move. As I moved further into the library, Nima stayed on full alert because we were curious now. Try as we may, we did not feel a human presence. Digging deeper, I try to tap into my powers as I continue to look around. I moved books around, stacked tables against each other, looked under the tables and went as far as climbing one of the tables to get a better look at the far ends of the large space. I climbed down, stuck in a spot, as I tried to come up with pl