Semua Bab Two Months: Desired By The Lycan’s King : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 12Celene’s POVMy hands felt cold even after I’d taken a warm bath, my body still froze at every sound, every movement that seemed to come from the room. I’d spent half of my shower time clearing the fog on the glass cubicle every time my hair stood at odd ends due to thoughts of the person being out there watching me. Why would anyone even do something so… filthy? My mind scampered across the number of people who would have done anything like it. I’d crossed the guards and since everyone treated me with less respect due to omega genes from my mothers lineage and Valerie’s disgusting command that anyone who paid me more attention than she did-not like her attention would amount to ten percent-would either be taken into the dungeons or given ten whips.Both seemed utterly ridiculous at the time but I learnt the hard way when I’d barely been able to keep the friends I’d made since I was born due to the stupid demand. That was the first time I’d ever witnessed father be bossed

Chapter 14Mondrian’s POVMy head buzzed slightly as I stretched in my bed my hands gripping the edge of the sheets as I shifted and twisted taking in the scent of the fresh morning dew. I didn’t have to check the alarm clock to know the time since it was already ingrained into my system. Barely forty-five minute past five, the same time for five hundred years I knew better than to try to stop the habit that’d been inbuilt after I’d taken up the position of alpha after dads death. It still came across as shocking to many wolves and Lycans across the lycanthrope charts that the white fire pack had the same aging ability like other nocturnal species like the vampires. Our ability to use various levels of natures essence gave our pack more reason to stand out. The clear advantage and even unclear disadvantage stood out prominently, having had to reduce most of our enemies to nothing but dust and ash as a result of their greed or constantly bringing judgement upon summoned ones separati

Chapter 16Mondrian’s POV‘So soft and warm in my hands.’ The clear vivid thought that’s been channeled into my thoughts as if they were mine pushed me to greater rage as I stood still waiting for her presence to completely wane out of my mind but it seemed impossible. I could feel her crouched against the counter the earth drawing from her own inner turmoil, the quiet sob that passed her lips didn’t escape my ears. Did she know that someone had been in her room?? Had violated her personal space, probably even touched her without her approval?! The thought of it made me see red. My hands splaying out by my sides as I altered the gravitational shift of the man who was now floating out of his chair, his eyes widened and struck with horror. Slight gasps escaped the few people in the room, my eyes not moving from the man hoisted in the air struggling to breath, the room filling as I sucked in energy from the entire surrounding area, putting everyone in the room attached to the ground le

Chapter 18Author’s POVValerie feels the entire weight of power pressing through her entire bones, seemingly pushing into the ground, feeding the one who controlled such a magnanimous amount of ability. Hee hands tingled with need and sense of excitement to tap into that source of power but she knew that it would all come at its own cost and time. She just had to go ahead with the plans and step by step, she’ll get to feel every grain of energy, every strength, every element and uniqueness granted unto all packs, she’ll have them all in her fingertips.Valerie stood strangled by the power of the Lycan Alpha, watching as he manipulated the laws of nature itself, defying gravity in his own measure, taking nature by the horns and willing it into his command. ‘He was earth and he willed her to do as he pleased as she did him.’ The saying is written in the Myrahh; ancient book of laws, rules and generations of every necromancer, lycanthrope and nightdwellers to ever have walked the ear

Chapter 20Celene’s POV My finger twirled the tiny locks that fell over my eyes while I layed on the ground my hair tangled with the leaves that were slowly thinning and resuming their brownish color as they detached from their attachments to the branches and stems, creating a hush like starry setting across the entire forest. The water rippled with each glide of my fingers and the drops of the leaves into its mystical beauty. The pond was my most favorite place growing up, mother always brought me back here when she grew tired of hearing too many words or when she needed a break, she’d always carry me in her arms and we’d stop at the garden to take a whiff of the roses that she planted in the beginning of summer, and we’d take quick sniffs of each growing flower and make funny noises at the ones that made us sneeze but we’d still smell them each time we passed by. Then walk towards the pond through the clearing that we liked to believe only both of us knew about and then stay clo