All Chapters of Blessed By The Goddess: The Chosen Lusina Wolf: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jessica's POVI could see my locker in sight. At the same time I could hear voices. Down the hall splits into two ends, forming a T-shape. One led to the exit and one led to the gymnasium. Both of which were supposed to be crowded, but a few hours had passed after Katie unraveled the chaos that had been creeping in the roots of the pack. The voices seemed to stay at the same volume, no matter how close I got to my locker. You could still hear the imminent faint voices whispering to each other. They were voices I didn't recognize. Slowly, I walked past the goal—my locker. I was suddenly more interested in the voice because whatever they were talking about that needed them to keep their voice at a hushed level needed to be heard and had to be important. I abandoned my initial goal, the new goal was to find where the obscure voice was coming from. The hallway towards the exit was empty except for two special force guards who stood outside at the entrance. You could see their head gear a

Katie's POV Killian came outside behind me. “Jessica, come in.” He said, walking up to her and putting a hand around her shoulder. I felt a little twang of jealousy as he placed his arm protectively around her shoulders. I knew it was ridiculous being jealous, knowing very well that he is my mate. I rolled my eyes after turning away and got back in the diner which was thankfully warmer than the ice cold condition outside. I was thankful that there were other oppositions to go with in the sitting arrangement inside as they all circled around Jessica while I placed the mop stick back in place and switched the open sign to close. Apparently we have had it open while we were sending people out of the shop. Shedrack went into the back room and brought back with him a huge cardigan. “Take, wear this. I will make you some coffee. Wait, do you like coffee??” He turned to ask Jessica. She nodded. The words she spoke outside still played in my mind.I came alone. I am not going back. What t

Katie's POV Somehow, Jessica smashing the mug against the TV made me feel a lot better after I just had Joanne rub shit in my face and that of my dead mother which she had a hand in. I would have broken down if the smash against the TV and the crashing of the mug didn't bring a heavy form of satisfaction. Watching her own daughter seethe with hate between her teeth as she glared at the broken TV made it all the more satiating. “Come on, we need to go. Gather your things and any other thing you would like to take from the shop like snacks, some coffee, I don't know. Gather what you think would be useful for the road because the drive to the annex Cabin site is pretty much a three hour journey or more, I didn't really count.” He went to the door while Jessica and I still stood there in front of the TV. “I have always hated her, but she was my mother and my father said; she has a legacy to uphold. Just to find out my family ‘legacy’ is filled with evil conspiracies, killers and liars.

Katie's POV The ride took off after we waved them all goodbye behind us. The bus drove back down the shallow hill. I feared the bus wasn't going to have enough to hold down the bus in place without having to glide down the path but thankfully, all that fear was stashed away. It wasn't a surprise that no one attempted to make a hearty conversation knowing very well that we were all exhausted from the day and we didn't want to spend any extra time on talking about things that weren't going to be relevant at the end. I dressed most of my torso in a shades of cool hoodie. I could smell Mel's perfume on it. It is the same one I weirdly remembered her having on while we sat in her car and she told me about her story with Killian. Time to time, I will find Jessica staring into the distance without a word falling out of her mouth. I wanted to make her talk, say something that would help her feel better but I also wasn't in the best state to be anybody's savior. Not with the level of damage

Killian's POV I debated between going back to my apartment for a change in outfit but she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve clean clothes or clean air for the betrayal she was playing in our faces. At first, I was going to let her be. It wasn't forgiveness, I just felt I had way too much on my plate to focus on her till the full implications of her action dawned on me. She didn't give a single fuck about consequences too. That was the funny part. Did she forget the backbone of our marriage contract was based on trust and alliance. There was no time to do behind the scenes in depth research where I could find out how she really came about being a backstabbing bitch and if—my favorite part—her family was involved. That way, I could finally have the evidence I needed against the Andersons. It was unfortunate that my father turned an intentional blind eye to their disloyalty for whatever reason. I alighted from my car, bringing the beanie over my hair further down while keeping my