All Chapters of Fated for the Lycan: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Alessia's pov He wouldn't sleep. No, he couldn't sleep. He kept staring into my face even though he felt totally sleepy and was literally half asleep. Swiftly wiping the tear that slipped off my eye with the back of my palm, I forced a smile across my lips. “Sleep, baby. Mummy is not going anywhere this time.” I whispered gently to his hearing. That didn't bring a fall of his hand anyway, he still clung my arm tightly, like I'd disappear from his sight if he ever released his grip or let his eyes go shut the slightest. “C'mon baby. You have to sleep, it's late now.’’ My voice trembled, so bad I feared I might break down before him. “Don't go.’’ He mumbled out sleepily, even though his partly closed eyes wouldn't go shut. “I'm going nowhere. I promise you.’’ I stroked his hair continuously, hoping my smile looked assuring enough. It was the most relieving sight ever when his eyelids eventually met, his long lashes sticking out fully in their collision. I lowered my

Chapter 83Alessia's pov“Cyril, Nooo!!’’ I screamed horrifically as blood oozed off Annalise's throat, splashing all over Cyril’s hand and face.She hadn't seen that one coming. No one did. The painful look in Annalise's eyes as life sipped out of her. There were still chances of saving her. There were still chances that she might make it alive if I stopped Cyril now. I dashed forward to pull him off, but it seemed his anger had taken more parts of him than imagined. He dug his claws deeper into her flesh, the squelching sound echoing within the walls with Annalise choking grunt. More blood pumped into his palm, flowing across his stained skin and dropping to the floor like a flowing tap. “Cyril!!!’’ I screamed in horror, my legs stiffening to a compelling stop as I watched the terrible scenario before my sight.Cyril withdrew his claws with such great force, more blood came spilling off Annalise's throat. “No!’’ I staggered back, watching Annalise's eyes go blank and her head dro

Chapter 85Alessia's pov I'd never caught him nervous before. It seemed almost unreal experiencing that part of him. Although he tried keeping in check, he couldn't manage to stifle the sharp inhale he took in as he tried to speak while also avoiding my gaze. “It demands a minor ritual process.’’ He let out. The least I expected him to say. I couldn't help the loud scoff that fell off my lips, forcing his eyes up to meet mine in puzzlement. “A minor ritual?’’ I emphasised on his use of the word ‘minor’. “You really think the process is a minor one, or you're just saying things to make me feel better?’’ “Wh-what do you….’’ He trailed off, his eyes widened instead in realisation and disbelief. “You don't know about it already, do you?’’“You don't need to lie to make me feel better. I'd rather you spelt out the whole danger involved to me instead.’’ I spat, leaving him to figure himself out and storming to my room. I managed to navigate my morning routine through so much struggle

Chapter 87Cyril’s povMy gaze paused, stunned by her astounding outburst. I never saw that one coming. Not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined. Lost for both words and motion, I chose to ignore her incongruous remark, liftBrushing back her hairlines gently, I retracted from her figure, and from the bed. She kept staring without a move, batting her lashes slowly as reality hit her. ‘‘Get up. You should have a dish.’’ “You're.. you're going to be like that?’’ She ignored my statement, turning over to give me a stare. “It's what you need to do right now. It's almost dinner time and you've only had lunch.” I pointed out, not without swatting a glance at my wrist watch. I'd returned from a meeting with Alpha Crestwood, the high chairman of the eastern packs in which Silverstone served a territory at.Thompson hadn't reacted much when he received news of his butchered mate. Instead, he'd reached out to Crestwood to lay former reports with claims that I'd been tormenti

Chapter 89Alessia's PovI'd been holding back the puke, trying my best not to mess things up. With my breath hanging in my nose pipes and my tongue twisted, I handed Aloha the sacred wooden bowl of an undefinable concoction which she made me carry round the kingdom all morning. I couldn't hold back anymore. This was my peek. I scrammed out of the white circle to a corner of the forestry area to spill my guts. I didn't expect Aloha to appear behind me and sprinkle some water on my face. This was all Melanie's fault. I'd asked her to let me have just fruits for breakfast but she wouldn't listen!“I'm sorry.’’ I apologised weakly as I stood, lights sipping out of me. “It's okay. How do you feel now?’’ Aloha answered, stopping her enchants to approach me, clearly not pissed by my misconduct. It felt somewhat weird as Aloha gently reached behind me, running a hand softly on my back. But it turned out more soothing than weird to decline. “Have I messed things up?’’ I asked, hoping