All Chapters of Two Months: Desired By The Lycan’s King : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

193CeleneI stared down at the wetness on my finger, the scent of blood hit me, sharp and metallic.The blood dripped freely down his nose, despite his fingers reaching out to stop the flow.Why was this happening? A feeling of dread settled over me like a blanket as different scenarios flashed through my mind I wondered what was going to happen to my mate.“Mondrian!” I reached out to him, guiding him into a sitting position, and lifting his chin, I pushed his fingers away from plugging the nose. “You’re bleeding. Why? What happened to you? Are you hurt?”He blinked, startled by my urgency, and immediately tried to lessen the fear, he smiled, dropping his chin, “It's nothing. It's just a nosebleed. I'll heal.”I raised his chin, eyeing him closely there was something about the way he said it. It felt too generic almost guilty. The hair at my nape rose, panic settling in“It's not nothing,” I snapped, reaching for his face, “You are bleeding through your nose. Why? This doesn't make

195Celene Ella's presence at the door didn't surprise me as much as I thought it would. She was my father's daughter, after all, we were stubborn and would never take no for an answer. Three days had passed since we'd last spoken. Three days that I dodged her unwilling to listen to whatever she had to say. Still, I moved passed her, ready to ignore her but Ella saw through me, blocking my path.I frowned, “Excuse me.”“Please, Celene.” She begged, her lips trembling, “There's a lot we need to talk about?”“Like what? How did you try to kill me?” I snapped, surprised at the sudden anger I felt.Ella flinched but didn't step aside. “I know you are mad at me and I deserve it. I still want to talk to you. To clear every doubt.” She stood tall, unlike the last time I'd seen her, she had replaced her rags with a pair of jeans and a blouse, her hair washed and styled. The bags under her eyes were almost nonexistent, there was some color to her skin and a light in her eyes, that hadn't be

197CeleneMondrian's deep voice lulled me to sleep, albeit a restless one. I tossed and turned, a mix of fear and worry eating at my heart. The thought it failure, the fear of the unknown followed me like a dark shadow, a second skin everywhere I went and even in my dreams.I found myself in chaos, Violet's pack destroyed beyond recognition, where I walked, I saw death and pain.“What's going on?” I asked, but no one bothered to answer, they ran, pushing past me and screaming.My friends lay, injured and broken, Alex lay still barely unconscious, Zara put pressure on his wounds, “Zara what's going on?” I rushed towards her, “What's this? Where's Mondrian?”She doesn't respond, tears spilling from her eyes.I reached out to her, begging her to look at me, to explain what was happening before I lost my mind.“This is your fault.” She muttered, holding on to Alex.“What?”“This is all your fault!” She said louder, her head turned to me and I gasped.Long gone were the green orbs I'd alw

199CeleneI was having that dream again. The one where Mondrian died and Zara blamed it all on me. But this time was different. This time it wasn't Christoff standing over Mondrian, laughing, it was Pecan. With her vicious grin and cold gaze, she stood tall, Mondrian heart in her hand as she laughed.I flinched awake, and pain washed through my body, taking me by storm, every inch of me ached, and my head pounded loud and rhythmic drowning every sound until it wasn't.Then I heard them, voices. At first faint, like whispers barely audible amidst the pounding of my head, then they grew louder, sharper, making me flinch.The memory of everything that had happened came rushing to me, I stifled a groan forcing myself to be silent.I'd fucked up. I had let pecan get the best of me. Fallen into a trap that wasn't even worthy. Anger bubbled within me, but I forced it down, urging myself to listen, to survive.Pecan's sharp voice struck a nerve, although I couldn't see her I could hear the i

201CelineChristoff screamed, raw and guttural as though in pain. He grabbed his head, his finger digging into the rotten flesh.“You are lying. I won't believe you. You are lying to me.” Then without any notice he rushed at me, grabbing at the edge of my gown, “ Fix me, why won't you fix me.”I blinked looking down on the raging man. “You’re pathetic.” I spat, “There's nothing to fix, but your character. Only when you repent of your evils will your face go back to its original.”Christoff's eyes widened, and he spat through gritted teeth, “I have done no evil. I am free of sin.”I stared at him squarely, “then you will remain this way. Your skin rotten till it consumes you.”Before I could finish my words, I felt a sharp sting on my cheeks, the force sent me sprawling to my knees.Christoff chuckled darkly, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”I shuffled away from him, hating the way his eyes grazed through my body. He followed, slowly, coldl