บททั้งหมดของ Two Months: Desired By The Lycan’s King : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter 32 Ella I sat heavily on the thorny grass spread beneath the dense trees, my heart pounding like the heavy rain that had started to fall. Every beat echoed in my chest, a painful reminder of the decision I had made, with Alpha Mondrian. His words played over and over in my mind, twisting my thoughts into a tangled mess. “Just fake a few attacks,” he had said, his voice smooth and persuasive. “It’ll be easy. You’ll be helping me, and in return, Christoff will come back to you. Celene won’t know what hit her. She’ll start looking at me, and soon enough, Christoff will be out of her life. It's a win-win” I wanted to believe him. I had to believe him. But deep down, doubts festered. Would Christoff really turn back to me if Celene fell for Mondrian? Or was I only fooling myself, grasping at the thin threads of hope left in the aftermath of Christoff’s terrible behavior toward me? My heart screamed for me to take the chance, to do whatever it took to have him back. But my min

Chapter 34 Mondrian I slammed my fist into the reinforced sandbag again, harder this time, feeling the satisfying thud reverberate up my arm. The gym was empty, just the way it should be since I had ordered it made just for me, the echoes of my punches filled up the vast space. As sweat dripped down my face, my punches grew harder. My frustration had been building all through the week, from running after Celene, the pent-up sexual rage didn't help either. The thud of my hand-hitting bag grew louder and I couldn’t shake the restlessness that clung to me almost like a second skin. It was always there these days—the urgency, the gnawing anxiety that time was slipping away. Each punch was a reminder of the clock ticking down, my time coming to an end. I growled low in my throat, as I delivered a savage uppercut that sent the sandbag swinging wildly. I braced for the next hit when my phone vibrated on the nearby bench. Without stopping, I glanced over, expecting it to be another triv

Chapter 36 pov Mondrian “Why doesn’t her wolf respond?” I mutter frustration laced my words as I pace down the length of the room assigned to me. I barely glanced at the plush beige carpet I stomped on as it swallowed the sound of my steps or the cream-colored wallpapers accentuated with deep brown oak boards. From an untrained eye, it looked good, but I have lived far too long not to notice the hidden insult that is revealed, the wood board, was fake, the carpets old and uncared for. Almost as if Valerie had done it on purpose. I couldn't be bothered, It was after all just a tip of the iceberg compared to the magnificence of my palace back at the white fire pack. Two days have passed since my last discussion with Celene and I still was at my start point. The routine of my stifled steps is broken by Alex's sharp voice, streaming from my phone, “ There must be a reason Alpha Mondrian, we just haven't found it yet. We have to keep looking.” “ I thought about what you said, you

Chapter 38 Ella The plan was in motion, it was finally time to act out the plan I'd been preparing ever since Christoff broke things off with me. Celene was finally going to pay. I could feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins, whoever took a look at me at this very moment would see the look of excitement on my face. Celene would finally get what was coming to her, never mind Mondrian's insistence that Celene remained safe. “I'll make sure she is safe all right.” I murmured, an eery smile gracing my lips “Six feet underground where she'll be very safe.” As I trudged deeper into the woods, the venue of the trap getting closer. If I had any doubt before, the scathing words from my mother this morning had cleared it all. I watched down from the hall window as the soldiers stole glances at the sandy blonde girl, sitting by the pond. She sat watching a group of ducks playing by the pond, Although she seemed unaware of the attention she was given I knew better. Her pale

Chapter 40 Mondrian pov “Damn it all to hell,” I cursed out into the dark, as flashes of green flitted through my eyes, as I hurried towards the location of the noise. Although Ella has sent the location of the ambush, on my arrival I had met no one, annoyance flooded my vein at her mistake. I rushed towards the clearing overhead, hoping that I was not too late. The moment I saw her, something snapped inside me. My nose flared as the scent of blood hit me, and my eyes locked on Celene, sprawled on the forest floor, her hand pressed to her side. The sight of her injury—a deep, purple bleeding gash, sent a wave of rage crashing over me. My vision blurred at the edges, fury boiled in my veins, as the group of werewolves looked on, scared. My teeth bared instinctively, the wolf in me clawed to the surface. “How dare you” I snarled, the words dripping with venom. A burly man, with a scar on his face stepped forward,hands up,with fear written on his face, “We didnt—” I dont wa