บททั้งหมดของ Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Asher’s POVIt had been two weeks since it all began and it seemed like nothing was going to change. Unable to function, I sat in the far corner of my study, my fingers clenched around a half empty glass of whiskey. The bitter liquid burned my throat, but it was nothing compared to the bitterness that churned inside of me.Getting wasted is all I do even after it has cost me a part of my life. At least, I get to forget the pains and the turmoil inside of me for some hours before it hits again. Taking another swing of my alcohol, her face flashed across my mind and at once, I leaned forward. What the hell have I done? — I asked myself. My mind was a tangled mess of shame and self loathing. The night I had tried to drown my heartbreak in alcohol played in fragments in my memory. Miller’s soft voice, her touch, her insistence and then the realization of what had happened the next morning.She had taken advantage of me at my lowest and now she had the audacity to claim leverage. She

Asher’s POVSlamming the door shut, I didn't move my feet. I just stood there, staring at the cold wall in front of me as my head swirled around with different thoughts. Time was moving quickly and it was terrific. Aurora had been missing for about two weeks now and there was no sign that she was alive or even a corpse that could be regarded as hers all over the region. I had done practically everything I could but they came back bouncing in my face and mocking my efforts. Some voices broke into my thoughts and immediately, I began to heed towards my office as I didn't want anyone to see me at my breaking point.As my shoes padded against the floor, my mind was racing, my chest tight with anxiety that I hadn’t felt in years.Hoping results will come out of the search, I had put all my trust in my trackers, who were the best in the region, hoping they would sniff out where she had been taken too. But what did I get, in return.A full load of disappointment. Sucking my teeth, I ki

113Asher’s POVI was barely living. Before now, all I thought that could take my peace was pack conflict, poor development of the pack and chaos in my administration. Never for once did I weigh the possibility of having to deal with a trivial case like this. While I was still searching for my mate, Miller was trying to attach herself to me and no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't push her off my back.She was there, anywhere I turned, she was always watching like a hawk stalking its prey. She was waiting for a second chance to creep in but I kept my guard up. I was no fool, I wouldn't allow her to have an upperhand over me for the second time. At that moment, I was staring out of the window in my study. My gaze was on the horizon, like I could see beyond. My head was aching, my heart was slamming furiously against my chest and my thoughts were all over the place. Right now, all I needed was a pause. I wanted everything to halt so I could assimilate all that was going on

Reader's POV The palace was in a disarray after Aurora's sudden return. Everyone had concluded she was dead and in no time she would be forgotten but she had returned at the peak of the moment. The council members were not left out. Everyone has a word to say no one wanted to listen to what the other was saying. While all these were going on, Asher was pacing about in circles just outside Aurora’s room.It had been more than three hours but none of them had stepped out. The only reason he has held back was because he could still hear the muffled sound of their voices as they went about trying to resuscitate her.Later that night, Asher was allowed to enter her room and the moment his eyes fell on her frail look, his heart clenched tightly against his chest. Lowering himself on the stool he had pulled to himself, he placed his hand on hers only to kick the still backwards and then joined her on the edge of her bed. Leaning close like he could not see her properly, he left his hand

Aurora’s POV Flickering my eyes open, I slowly pulled myself up, a low sigh of relief escaping my lips. I was back to the place I called home. Still staring at the window, my door creaked open and Mira walked in with a tray. Smiling broadly, she hurriedly made her way to my side. Crouching next to me, she grabbed my hands, her eyes watering.“Thank you for coming back." She sobbed while I just looked on not knowing what to say to her. When she finally pulled away, she hurriedly reached out the tray she had brought in. Passing a bowl of soup to me, she said, “Have some." “Thank you," I replied, relieving her of the bowl.The soup was hot but my hands were cold, almost numb.After Mira took her leave, I crawled towards the edge of my bed, cradling the bowl as if it could warm more than just my fingers.The scent of herbs and bone broth should have reminded me that I was back home but all it did was to churn my stomach. Nothing about this place felt safe, not anymore.My mind repl