All Chapters of Under The Shadow Of The Lycan Brothers : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Author's POV:Jace's eyes met Genevive’s briefly, before he looked away, guilt all over his face. Genevive hid back a small smile. Good, their mistake still had a hand over Jace's reaction. She just had to see this play over before she started her blackmail.“What's happening?” Jaxon asked.“Mia has been in communication with William this whole time. She's been sending…” he trailed off before he spat, “love letters.”“What?” Melanie and Jace echoed.Melanie was the first to step forward and go through the letters with Mia. “Mia, I don't… this is your handwriting,” Melanie said meeting Mia's eyes.Mia was confused. “Yes, it's mine but—”“So, you wrote these?” Jackson asked. She looked up at him as he glared. “You wrote these?”Mia shook her head, looking at the letters again. “I never wrote or sent any of these. I don't even know how they are here. I've never received a letter from William. I swear it. This has to be some kind of misunderstanding.”“I told you. Mia wouldn't do somethin

Author's POV:Mia read every correspondence, checking the dates to match the replies. To a stranger, this definitely looked like love letters. At first, Mia was hard to get. She told him that she was satisfied with where she was, that she didn't need any other person.William was persistent. He sang her praises, reminding her of the time they had when they were younger. It was almost believable. The only issue with this letter was that it was vague. It sounded like someone who was aware of their history but they didn't really know much else.But still, the letters looked very convincing. And authentic.And even the scent. She sniffed the paper again and furrowed her brows. They even got her signature scent.Mia walked over to her wardrobe and opened it, looking inside. That perfume was there, with the others. How had the fabricator known what her scent was?Mia sniffed the other letters. They smelled like William. The fabricator hadn't spared any details. Mia didn't know what William'

Author's POV:Genevieve had gotten wind of the fact that Mia was looking for people who copied handwriting. She gave the information to William to do with it what he wanted.Mia was driving to the fifth person's store. She asked if they knew who had copied the letter. She offered a large sum of money but they didn't know who was responsible.She broadened her search, driving to the next pack. She found the shop pretty quickly.It was a quaint store with a wooden sign swinging from the top. Mia pulled over to the available parking spot and got out of the car.There was a large window that gave Mia a glimpse of the store. There were shelves of antiques and bottles that reminded her of witchcraft. She checked the address again and confirmed that this was indeed the spot. She folded the document which was the second page of the documents that Luca had sent her into her pocket.As she entered the store, the bell above the door dinged, signaling her entry. There was the sound of shuffling.

Author's POV:Jace went to stand a good distance away from Jackson. He didn't want to get into a fight with him.“Thank you for taking time out of your schedules to be here.” Mia began, standing in the middle of the room. “As some of you must have guessed, I gathered you all here because of what happened days ago.”“For Felicity who wasn't there, I'm going to do a brief recap,” Mia said. She pointed at the open box on the table. “Four days ago, this was found in my bedroom at the mansion. They were letters between William and I.”Felicity immediately grabbed the box, going through the letters in disbelief. She looked up at Mia.“Many of you believed that I'd written them despite what I said.” She didn't look at Jackson but there was a finger pointing there. As she talked, she looked at everyone one after the other.This felt more like a detective stating his case than an explanation. “I would have believed too. It was very convincing. It had my scent, it was my handwriting, it was in

Author's POV:Melanie was thrown back to her time growing up. She was a sick wolf. She was in and out of the hospital many times. And on the last day when the doctors said she was okay, that she didn't have to spend so many days in the hospital, she met Mia.Mia was an orphan. She'd come from the orphanage with one of the smaller kids. The child stuck to her, holding her hand even while he was being administered drugs.Melanie had watched them carefully. She was sitting on a bench in the pediatrics. Mia was managing to make the other kids feel better even though they were in bed.She was entertaining. She told a story, making the children laugh. Even the parents there smiled, grateful for the distraction.Melanie remembered wishing she was like Mia. She didn't realize it when Mia walked towards her.“How old are you?” She had asked. The first question out of her mouth hadn't been what's your name? She wanted to know how old she was.“Fifteen.” Melanie had replied, blinking.Mia had gr