Todos os capítulos de Fated for the Lycan: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter 11Alessia's pov The atmosphere is electric.The air is alive with the pulsating beat of music, the vibrant chatter of guests, and the clinking of glasses as people mingle and toast to a great time. The hall is aglow with a kaleidoscope of colors, from the flashing lights of the dance floor to the warm glow of twinkling decorations. The scent of deliciously prepared small chops wafted through the air, tempting the taste buds of whoever was yet to receive his/her portion. A sense of excitement and anticipation, the feeling of community and connection among the exquisitely dressed guests, and a general sense of joy and revelry boated the celebration aura. It was a few hours to day dark. The party that was supposed to take place in the evening was now being drawn to nighttime since guests were still arriving. To my utter dismay, Thompson had resolutely sent the invitation message to Lycan Cyril and without a doubt, he honoured the request. Exactly how I ended up cladded in a

Chapter 13Alessia's pov “What is this?” Chills surged through my spines as I read the content. “An appeal to the lycan kind with what condition?’’ My lips trembled, my heart almost leaping out of my mouth as I tear my gaze from the sheet to Eliza. She picked her cup from the rim, swirling gently. “He passed it to me this morning. I guess the Lycan's honour to the birthday celebration invite sparked a nut in his head.’’ She chuckled.I wasn't finding this funny at all. How dare Thompson try to move faster than his shadow! Simply sharing a good relationship with lycan Cyril wasn't enough for him, he wanted to build a bond between them now?‘‘Why does he have to pick me for it, aren't there other ways he could have gone about it?’’ I sparked, maybe a bit too much to be called normal, judging from the amused stare Eliza threw at me. “I-I'm just saying… This is going a bit too far. I'm the Luna of our pack, I can't leave for such redundant duties just like that. Besides, he hasn't even

Chapter 15I halted cold stricken to my roots. My knuckles whitened, subconsciously clenching the bucket and mopstick. Thompson noticed my tensed state, and it gave him the drive speak further.‘‘You weren't with him in the restroom, were you?’’ The overlapping suspicion in his voice forced a lump of saliva down my oesophagus. Thompson suddenly let out a silly chuckle, almost immediately. “What am I saying, there's no way you could have been in the same restroom with him.’’“And why is that?’’ Annalise's arms dropped. Basically, she had been enjoying the show until now.“Because why the hell?’’ Thompson yelled.He seemed as though he battled with his thoughts against any possibilities of what Annalise claimed. He refused to accept it even though he found it plausible.“You both have obviously lost it. I have nothing to say.’’ I managed to spill in one breath.It took a dare from my adrenaline hormones to stop myself from dashing out of the study. Once the door shuts after me, I race

Chapter 17Alessia's pov The twinkling stars in the dark night sky was a serene sight to behold. Actually, nothing was so special about it aside that it helped to dissipate the raving scorn that feasted on my nerves for hours now.Despite my absurd resolve to perambulate the mansion all afternoon in hopes of catching Lycan Cyril’s return, it all came out to nothing. It burned my soul. Especially when that foolish smirk always crawled on Lance's lips each time we walked into each other. Lycan Cyril sure gave him a treat, abandoning our conversation like that, didn't he?I huffed, walking out of the balcony. A glass of fine wine should do the deal, or I might not be able to catch a good sleep tonight. The chandeliers committed perfectly to their jobs, providing lights in every nook and cranny of the mansion even down to the basement. It was almost impossible to believe the world outside was in fact black. I approached the cellar and it hit me that it was probably locked by now. It

Chapter 19Alessia's pov I was going to release a heavy scoff as scorn ate up to my cheeks, but the whiff of sandalwood scent crossing my nostrils caught air in my windpipe. Approaching footsteps echoed, unmistakably belonging to Lycan Cyril. I swivelled around to the direction he came, and I almost doubted my instincts when I saw two figures advancing instead. “Cyril.!’’ Astrea squealed, skimming over to give him a hug already. Lycan Cyril’s eyes briefly met with mine but I cut the contact immediately, looking away from them— not without the upsetting picture of his hand firmly gripping Astrea's waistline, etched in my head. “Hey! You didn't show up for breakfast, why is that?” I could imagine a scowl on Astrea's face without having to look.“Not now.’’ His tone, low and throaty, regarded her, almost causing a drip between like legs.“I just missed you.’’ Astrea mumbled like an offended toddler. I didn't miss the fact that they were now just a few inches from me. My grudging he