Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

As he finished speaking, I felt a sudden jolt, and the world around me began to fade away. I was snapped out of the vision and found myself back in the present, gasping for breath as if I had been underwater for too long.The Hall of Whispers, unlike the desolate darkness I had left it in, was now bathed in the warm, golden glow of candlelight. The oppressive presence that had surrounded me was gone, and I noticed that Harry was standing motionless, his eyes vacant. It seemed his spirit had been transported to another realm, just like mine.As I watched, Harry's eyes flickered back to life, and he took a deep breath, his expression a mask of calmness. "You must have seen your future a bit," I declared, trying to break the silence."Yes, and..." Harry's voice trailed off, and I caught a glimpse of deep sadness in his eyes before he quickly masked it. I sensed that he was struggling to come to terms with what he had seen."There's no need to say what you don't want to," I replied, my v

My mind reeled in shock. The president and the first lady were dead? But there had been no news about it online. And the Immortal had killed them? I couldn't wrap my head around it. And what's more, he was declaring a lock in power with Drake, which meant Drake must be incredibly strong. But I shouldn't be surprised; he was a Whitewater, after all, a pack rumored to be perhaps the strongest to have ever existed. Drake scoffed again, his expression twisted in disdain. "Did you think I care about the president and that useless woman?" he spat, his words sending another shockwave through me. “Your existence poses a greater threat to this country, which is why you should die,” Drake concluded, his tone cold and detached. “I am leaving. Get stronger, acquire more skills and experience, and challenge me,” he retorted, before disappearing into thin air. I quickly got back into the Lamborghini, switching from the driver's seat to the passenger seat. Drake entered the car, his eyes narrow

I took my seat, and soon, the organizer's voice filled the room. "It's time to announce the top three presenters. But first, I want to acknowledge that every single presenter did an outstanding job. Before we declare the winners, let's hear from our distinguished guests at the high table.” One by one, the dignitaries at the high table began to commend each group leader, but whenever they spoke about me, their words were shrouded in mystery, leaving me wondering what they truly meant. That was until Drake took the microphone. "Well, every group leader made a commendable effort with their business plans," he began. "But, Daisy, your research suggests that you had interactions with Smithson Corporation?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Yes, sir," I replied, my heart beating slightly faster. Drake's gaze intensified. "I noticed that Smithson Corporation's proposal submission mirrored some key points you mentioned. Were you involved in the creation of that proposal?" I hesita

He removed his own jacket from its packaging and put it on, revealing the bold, stylish design that read "The Lecturer" in prominent letters."Winners, I've never done this before," He said, "but I want to create this memory with my students, so I can look back on it in the future and smile. Put on your jackets like me."They eagerly obliged, responding with a chorus of "Yes, sir!", "Okay, sir!", and "No problem, sir!" as they donned their jackets.The MC collected Drake's items from my hand as I removed the nylon to put my own on, which was promptly collected by the security personnel present.Just like the lecturer's jacket, mine had "The First" emblazoned on the left side of the front, with a larger, bolder inscription on the back. The second- and third-place winners' jackets followed a similar design."Sir Drake, please do me the honour of creating a memory with me by putting on your jacket and golden medal," Mr. Oparah

"Sarah... I'll consider her," I replied, my voice measured. His smile broadened, and even Beta John, who had been quietly observing our conversation, cracked a smile. I stood up, and left. I returned back to the penthouse, driving myself. The moment I walked in, I was surprised to see someone standing there, waiting for me. It seemed Daisy had let her in, as she was standing nearby, observing the scene in the open world. "Millie," I called out, a hint of surprise in my voice. The instant she saw me, she ran towards me and jumped into my arms, aiming for a tight hug. I obliged, wrapping my arms around her. "The hug is too tight," I teased, smiling. "You can't blame me for hugging my husband so tightly after all these years," Millie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness. My gaze turned to look for Daisy, hoping sh