Rejected by the Alpha: Mated to the savage Lycan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

IT HAD BEEN a cold night when he felt his consciousness return. His hearing senses returned first and the first thing that welcomed him back to the land of the living was the distant howling of wind. Slowly, the feeling or touch returned and he felt his fingers and toes, they had stiffened during the centuries of his sleep. They cracked painfully as he flexed them. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. His eyes were not awake yet. They were the last to return.He sat up, each movement came with the cracking of joints that had stiffened. Using only his ears and touch, he had made his way down the mountain, following the faint smell of blood that the wind had carried to him. When he had got to the foot of the mountain, just before he stepped out of the storm, he felt another person ahead of him standing a few feet away. By the smell, he knew that this person was a dog. A shaggy werewolf. With no strength for any confrontation now, he turned away and melted into the darkness."What can I

MITCH CHESTER"IS THEIR LUNCH packed?" Mitch asked Patty as she placed a tray on the dining table. She nodded and hurried into the kitchen to get the bags."Come on, kids," he said, standing up from the table. They went to thegarahr where his mother was already reusing her sedan out. She had insisted on taking the children to school throughout the week, and Mitch had obliged with her.He placed the bags in the backseat of the car and the children trooped in."Will you come and pick us up from school today, Dad?" Addison asked.Mitch nodded. "I will.""Pinky swear?" She leaned out of the window and held up her last finger."Pinky swear," Mitch hooked his last finger with hers, making her grin."And then we will go get pizza after school," she added as an afterthought."We will." He grinned. "Be good to grandma, okay?" Their heads bobbed up and down enthusiastically. Mitch leaned into the driver's seat and said, "Drive safe,"Emily scoffed. "When have I ever not?" She asked. "And I don'

RICK FORSONRICK DID NOT want any part of the council's plans for Anna. His heart was torn. He had to do his part for the success of his race and prove his loyalty to the council, but he did not want Anna to be hurt in the process.He frowned as he leaned into his leather chair. He swiveled around as his mind worked on what to do. His office opened and Jones came in."You look troubled," Jones said."While I don't have a problem hosting a representative of the council, I have a problem when he comes here and starts throwing weight around," Rick muttered."You are the alpha, let him know how you feel." Jones shrugged.Rick scoffed. "That egotistical bastard? He might see it the wrong way and blacklist our pack. That is the last thing we need right now."Jones nodded. "You are right. We don't need to be at war with any other packs. We are currently struggling."Rick sighed. "What's going on out there?"Jones smiled and sat down. "As it turns out... Anna has cured the illness. One of the

MITCH CHESTER"SO YOU SEE? She is not hurt," Draco said, trying to pacify Mitch's raging beast. "She sent you a text as proof of life.""Not yet," Mitch snarled. "With the way Dramien sounded, I don't have any doubts that they would harm her to get to me.""I don't think they will, Mitch," Draco said. "You can't go mad now and go on a killing spree.""You know me so well," Mitch muttered because that was exactly what he wanted to do. "Now, you need to be level-headed and think of your next line of action," "Oh, I know my next line of action," Mitch smiled grimly. He uncorked a bottle of whiskey and drank from the bottle. He brought out his phone and stared at the message Anna had sent him 2 hours ago. "Council is on to you. Keeping me prisoner but don't worry. I will sort it out. Don't call." He scoffed. "Council has been on to me and my family for generations. Their efforts have been futile.""Maybe not this time," Draco muttered.Mitch scoffed. "Do you have anything new on the vam

ANNA KYLIN CHESTER "I NOTICED YOU didn't eat much," Mitch said to me as we left the restaurant.I shrugged. In all honesty, my insides were too twisted up to ingest anything. But I enjoyed watching my children eat.I strapped Aiden in while Mitch strapped Addison before we drove out and headed back to the kingdom. "Pizza is my favorite food," Addison said, releasing a sigh of contentment and rubbing her tummy."Pizza isn't a food," Aiden replied."What is it, then?""It's a snack," Aiden said in a matter-of-fact tone."What?" Addison leaned forward. "Mum, is that true?""Did you eat it and it filled your tummy?" I asked. They both nodded."Then it's food," Mitch muttered."But the Italians-""Aiden, are you Italian?" I asked. He shook his head. "Are you in Italy?" He shook his head again. "Then we ate pizza as a meal."He pouted like he was going to argue more, but he didn't. He looked out the window and watched the scenery passing by."What should I expect from your mother?" I aske