Lahat ng Kabanata ng Contract with the lycan king : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Agatha’s POVA few days later, I sit in my room, surrounded by books, occasionally checking the internet for the internet does not have a lot of information like the books and scrolls. The display of power from Alora that I witnessed that day has consumed my thoughts. How could my weak, pathetic omega wolf of a daughter possess such abilities?The silver chains should have burned her flesh, yet they barely left a mark. More importantly, the guards who touched her white energy still bear the scars of their actions- their foolishness in Alora’s eye. At first, their wounds refuse to heal despite our best healers' efforts but now it is healingI flip through another dusty book and I let my eyes go through the pages- hopefully I will get answers. My research has taken me deep into the forbidden sections of our pack's library, where texts about forbidden wolf bloodlines are kept under lock and key- no one should go there, not even the highest ranking member. But I am not just anyone. I am t

Alora’s POVIt is surprising to me that Agatha seems to be struck by Maligils’ words- perhaps she is quiet because nobody has ever challenged her like this. But of course, Agatha would always be Agatha. With a screeching Yell, she pounces on Maligils and she starts kicking her. “How dare you talk to me like that!?” Agatha punctuates all her words with kicks and she spits out mucus on Maligils. I on the other hand just stay behind bars in the cell and I scream for her to stop, but Agath listens to no one."Mother, stop this!" I grip the silver-laced bars, ignoring the burning sensation on my palms. "She's done nothing wrong!""Nothing wrong?" -kick- "Nothing" -kick- "WRONG?" Agatha's face is sulfurious. she punctuates each word with a deadly kick. "This decrepit wolf has been violating my instructions!”Maligils crumples to the ground, but her eyes remain fixed on me, filled with concern even now. "Alora… look away…""Shut up!" Agatha spits, another thick and yellow glob of mucus land

The guards lead me to the pack house's main living room, and my heart stops. What is happening today? I have been asking myself this question ever since they were forcefully dressing me up. Why is everyone dressed formally? Why is the room decorated as if for a celebration? Why is father grinning as he sits in his Alpha chair? Something must be is wrong- he covers himself excessively and that is not a style of dressing. I can see that he is trying to smile away his pain, but his eyes are dull and his movements more sluggish than usual. I know he is still sick. Agatha stands beside him, triumphant in a red dress that matches the blood still staining the square outside. She is evil address is red and there are black highlights everywhere, black lipstick, black nails, black stones on her dressMy mother's eyes flash immediately she sees me and she walks furiously toward me- what is this new drama for? The way she hits her palm on my face makes my neck crack and my head snap backwards.

Leah's POVI have just finished my makeup. This new shade of green contact lens I ordered seems to be one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life. I love the way it sits on my eyes and fits my skin tone. And my hair? I just got it done. I stare at the mirror in front of me, adjusting the honey-blonde waves that run down my shoulders. I think I look beautiful. I need to look beautiful incase Lucas shows up. I need to give him a reason to see me again. But all these aside, being fashionably late is an art, and I love it. I don't care who waits for me, they should be honored that I am gracing them with my presence at all.My wolf purrs in satisfaction as I sprained on my favorite perfume. “We are so beautiful, Leah…” she purrs“Yes we are…” I smile, “But we both know that beauty is not enough. We need more power and today… we would be able to ensure that. I spray more perfume. The first one is synthetic and it smells of lillies and vanilla. The second is hand made- I personall

Leah's POVI watch with immense satisfaction as they drag my so-called sister away. The guards have her arms pinned, and even with her struggles, they manage to keep a firm hold on her. Her screams sound through the corridor as she disappears from sight. The sound is like music to my ears and I even want to dance to it. The extent of her agony that makes my wolf purr with victory. Even as they drag her away, my eyes is still on them"Shut up!" one of the guards growls at her, but Alora keeps screaming and she keeps fighting as if she has the power to fight off the guards. Very stupid and pathetic girlIf she likes, she should not conserve her energy - she should keep screaming like a goat in labour. By the time she reaches Aloha Leo's pack, she would wish she never wasted her energyI need to follow them. I want to see how Alora is being treated. So before I leave the throne room, I make sure to bow gracefully. Mother always says even though we have the upper hand, a little bit of dec