All Chapters of Fated for the Lycan: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61Alessia's pov An eerie silence roamed the space outside after the hurrying footsteps of guards left. A guard had rushed in moments ago to call the staged guard by the door of the dungeon.It sounded really urgent; the reason he had been called out of duty. But I couldn't make out what the guard reported through the thick door, besides I felt too weak to even lift a hand. Another sharp sting of hunger plunged at the top of my stomach, leaving a squeaking yelp off my lips as I grabbed the spot in a thought squeeze. Even though I guessed it couldn't be about food, I kept praying the guard had left to get me something to eat. I might starve to death if I get nothing to eat tonight. Telling what time of the day it was seemed in fact impossible, since it always remained pitch back in here. This was pure torture. It's now obvious that Thompson wants me dead. What was I thinking, wanting to stay with him despite everything he's done to me? He had shown me countless times how

Chapter 63CYRIL’S POV “Get him! Don't let him get in!!’’ Thompson screamed amidst his sword clash with Alan. Lance had just taken out the last of his staged men. Now just the elders were left by the entrance, trembling timidly to their feets. I started straight to the door with my gaze planted on the three men, looking out for what moves they'd throw. They scurried aside fearfully once I approached, allowing me unhindered access into the building. Lance followed after me while Alan dealt with Thompson. Not a single soul pranced the living room, nor the passage, nor any corners in sight. “I'll check upstairs. You check the passage.’’ Lance alarmed, retreating for the stairway already. I directed my steps into the passage, straight down to wherever it led. An indistinct sound nearby stole my attention immediately. If I hadn't heard it, I wouldn't have realised the almost invisible door by the side. I slowly turned closer, my heart thrashing with so much anticipation. I turned t

Chapter 65Thompson's pov I watched elder Ralph, Zach, and elder Mayor in nothing but spite and despise. How weak of them. They couldn't even withhold their honour and stand firm in the presence of the lycans. “We can't win against them. It's too dangerous.’’ Elder Zach complaining, wiping his coat. “They are in our land. We can take anything out in our own land.’’ I spat, irritated.“We can't take nothing. The lycans are dangerous. They are currently raiding the whole pack and you speak like that?’’ Ralph rumbled, sounding pissed. “Men are out there fighting back. The fact that neither of you could fight back doesn't make all others a coward!’’ I spewed, my chest flaming madly with rage. “Are you referring to us as cowards right now?’’ He seethed. ‘‘All these isn't necessary right now. Just stop this now before it is too late, alpha.’’ Elder Mayor chirped in. “I agree to that. The Luna, your wife, should be the one responsible for every blames here and not the lycans or the k

Chapter 68Alessia's pov “What's with you ladies?’’ Lady Amora spoke up after moments of observing the aura in the atmosphere. Her eyes darting from me to Ophelia at intervals. “Uh…it's nothing. We were just…just uh….’’ Ophelia fumbled. “When you said this was my mother's land, what did you mean?’’ I threw the question, my gaze planted fixedly on Lady Amora. Ophelia's words were messing with my head. My mother's name was indeed Allora, but I never heard about her family. Probably because she died in my early days, my father never mentioned them and they never showed up for a visit on any occasion. I was forced into believing she had none. I watched lady Amora swat a glance at Ophelia who totally avoided looking her way. A sigh breezed off her lips and she kicked her way towards me. “How do you feel?’’ She beamed. I couldn't believe my ears, but I chose to swallow down my reproach and nodded instead. “That's a relief.’’ She breathed, letting silence take over. “Um… I should ta

GETTING RID OF THE PESTThird person's pov Thompson stood by Adrian's bed, tucking the sheets properly around the sleeping lad. His face beamed crimson with sticky lashes proving evidence that the poor lad had been in tears recently. Finishing up, Thompson swatted one last glance at Adrian's sleepy face, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. He's had to deal with Adrian's whining over Alessia's absence for the last few hours. Two days had passed already, yet no news of Alessia's whereabouts. Adrian got discharged from the hospital the very day Thompson heard about Alessia's visit to the hospital two days ago, and it hadn't been easy handling him. Annalise wasn't any help. She openly neglects tending to Adrian's needs and gaslights Thompson each time he tries confronting her over it. Of course Emelda was still kept under hostage and couldn't help with Adrian either, leaving Thompson the whole responsibility to handle. Clearing jab from his throat, Thompson turned and headed out. No