All Chapters of The Lycans' Obsession: Chasing Our Rogue Queens: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Now Prince Harad's POVMy heart is pounding in my chest with such intensity that I fear it will jump out at any moment as she bursts into a hearty laugh at my proposal.I expected worse, a stinging slap in the face, tears of humiliation or intimidating threats. But I never thought Cissy would laugh at me to my face. I sit here and watch her collapse onto the table trying to regain composure, taking deep breaths through chuckles and giggles. I patiently wait for her to compose herself once more and reveal the reason behind her amusement, as well as confirm if she is on board with our plans. Goddess knows that there's a mutual attraction between us, so we could have a lot of fun together.Her lustrous raven hair scatters over the table as almond-shaped eyes close from laughing too hard, tears even dripping from their corners. But before that happens, a shrill scream resounds close to us.Cissy's head jerks up and I too turn in the direction the sound is coming from. In a cabana abou

Prince Herod's POV "We need to leave, Xanna. There is an emergency at your place." After staring at me in astonishment for a brief moment, she jumped to her feet. "At my home? Is something going on with Cissy? Did Harad say something through the mind link?” I shake my head in denial. “No, I assure you, your girlfriend is perfectly fine. They came across an injured she-wolf who was a victim of violence. My brother was able to convince Cissy to take her in for a few weeks,” I explained while placing the items back into the picnic basket. Xanna frowned and continued to stare at me thoughtfully. “Come on, let's go back and check out what happened. If all went well, they must have already reached the apartment." We made our way to my car, with her mood considerably less cheerful than before. In the car, I see her staring anxiously outside. Within a few minutes, we arrived at the restaurant and headed towards her stay. There we see Cissy sitting on the

Prince Harad's POVWe drove to a yacht club located a few miles before Human Town, on a large lake. Although there were no particularly sizable vessels docked here, water scooters and canoeists frequently use the waters of the lake. We strategically positioned ourselves on the high terrace, with a good view of both the water and the stairs where several visitors enter. The idea is to distinguish the werewolves from the humans. Once we identify werewolves, they will be compelled to confess under our authority.The abundance of forest around the lake makes it a prime destination for werewolves seeking to immerse themselves in nature, whereas our chances of spotting them would be lower within Human Town's central area. As we refresh ourselves with a chilled beer, our conversation veers towards the pressing issues that require attention in the Kingdom. We delve into disputes between packs concerning borders and land, also discussing wolves changing packs an

Still Alpha Female Ciciane’s POV The moment my eyes close, I relive it all again in a dream.Impatient to show my mother my purchases, Xanna and I return to the pack. However, as soon as we pass through the gates, a sudden sense of discomfort overwhelms me. The link with my family abruptly severs and an intense pain clenches at my chest. As the warrior behind the wheel unleashes a gut-wrenching howl, he grips his chest and attempts to get out of the vehicle. However, his wolf fails to connect with its pack mates and Alpha. He collapses onto the ground and exhales one final breath. Xanna and I stare at him in shock before regaining our senses.“Cissy, I don't feel my parents, nor the Alpha," Xanna murmurs to me with puzzlement.I'm trying to reach my father, the Alpha, in the mind link, but I can't get through either. And then I understand that something serious is going on. “Xanna, come. We ha

Still Prince Harad's POV Herod barely has his fist on the door before it swings open.In front of us stands Taylor, wearing prudish pajamas and smiling so broadly that I almost burst out laughing. But as I look closer, I notice that the first buttons are undone, revealing much of her creamy breasts.Nausea rises within me. This is a far cry from the pathetic victim of violence I brought here yesterday. “Sir,” she greeted us as she fixed her eyes on me. Her lips held a sensual smile, and she pushed her breasts forward, which seemed to hold a promise. I scowled, what is this now?But finally taking the time to look at the other visitor, she sees Herod and is puzzled by the resemblance. This was not new to us; Herod and I were often confronted with such reactions.“Don't worry, I was the one you came into contact with last night,” I reassured her. “This is my brother, Herod. Actually, there is someone here who would like to spe