บททั้งหมดของ Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Kimberly stood frozen at the doorway, her eyes fixed tentatively on Nicholas’s face when he caught her retracing her steps. She had been eavesdropping by the door of his formal living-room. Although she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help herself. The conversation between Nicholas and Sheila seemed intense, and Kimberly's curiosity got the better of her.“Kimberly.” He called out in a low, firm voice, accelerating her heart rate. “Are you having difficulty sleeping?” he then asked, as his lips curled into a sinister smirk.“I… uh…” For a brief moment, Kimberly had forgotten how to speak.“Shush,” Nicholas interrupted her, his smirk widening. “I know you were listening,” he said as he deliberately began to approach her, his voice rigid but calm. Then he stopped by the sofa and sat down on it in a regal position. “Come here.” He instructed firmly, his face now straightened into an unyielding mask.Kimberly hesitated, feeling a mix of fear and guilt. She knew she had overstepped, and s

Kimberly's eyes widened as she observed Sheila clench her fist in a fighting stance. With her mind reeling with dread and confusion, she asked, “Wait, aren't we starting with basics first?”Sheila raised her brow in question, her facial expression turning grave with irritation. “Um…” Kimberly drawled awkwardly. “What I mean is… aren't we going to start with shapeshifting, or… yunno, practice how to run very fast with superspeed reflexes, or… how to protrude my fangs or elongate my claws… ?” Her words tumbled out of her mouth unsteadily and frantically, while Sheila’s glare on her remained unforgiving. Suddenly, Sheila scoffed, her eyes glinting with a hint of amusement. Easing up her stance, she spoke, “You think you're here for shows and fancy tricks, kid?“No, I…”“I’m your Trainer, not your friend, so you don't get to question my tactics! Got that?” Sheila stated firmly, her face stern.“Yes.” Kimberly responded bleakly.“First, you need to learn how to survive as a human, before

Nicholas’s eyes were fixed firmly on Kimberly as he approached her bed, and as usual, her heart rate rapidly escalated involuntarily by his presence.If she was keeping count, it would be the third time he was rescuing her. The first being when he rescued her from her family’s cruel plans, and the second? Let me take you back to the second day in his mansion.It was her first morning in his mansion, and the schedule of the day was a tour around the whole Lightwood’s territory. Nicholas had insisted on taking her himself, and Kimberly couldn't feel any more honored.She put on the outfits she found placed in the closet of her new room. It was a blue skinny jeans, a white top, and a pair of white converse —all in her perfect size, however that was gotten right.Next, she went down the hall and outside of the house where she found Nicholas already waiting for her at the grand stairs of the mansion entrance.Then the tour began. First, he showed her around the exterior environments that s

9:00 pm, Monday evening.“It had been ages since I had last been on the roads of Lunadelephia,” Levi thought to himself as he drove speedily, his eyes fixed intently on the dimly lit road ahead. Still on his quest of finding Kimberly, he had to restrategize to find Nicholas first ever since he learnt that he had her with him. However, finding the whereabouts of Nicholas appeared more daunting than he'd expected.For the time being, he was tracking down werewolves all over the town. He would brutally interrogate them on Nicholas's whereabouts but unfortunately, them werewolves were annoyingly loyal to their Alpha, this he admitted grudgingly.He had been driving for over an hour, chasing after the smoky scent he perceived from his last victim. A scent which he deemed too strong for a human. His impeccable tracking skills would help him find Nicholas as soon as possible, he hoped.Finally, he pulled his car to a halt in front of a beer parlour. His raised his eyes to meet the glowing

EARLIER THAT DAY, BACK AT NICHOLAS'S MANSION.Nicholas stormed into his formal-living room, his chest heaving with control breaths. His eyes fell on Sheila, who was standing by the fireplace, pouring herself a glance of scotch from the wine bar.“Is all of these a joke to you?” He started in a low tone, the anger and disappointment evident in his voice.Sheila shrugged as she slowly gulped down the hot drink. “Dunno what you're talking about.” She answered nonchalantly, without even looking at him.“Sheila!” His voice bellowed, commanding her attention. Then he paused, clenching his teeth in simmering anger as he rested his palms on his waist, as if pondering on how to scold a stubborn child.Sheila wore a mask of disdain and nonchalance on her face. “Nicholas,” She started. “All I did was what you asked —train her. She is the one who you should be yelling at for being too weak and unable to take a couple of punches. Not me.” She stated sharply.“We both know you made no attempt in tr