บททั้งหมดของ Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Aurora’s POVWas I surprised? Of course not. Since the very beginning, Miller had made it clear to me that she saw me as a competition but on the other hand, I saw her like a random subject, trying to crawl her way to the top through manipulation. Pushing my hand into my hair, I let out a little wince, not because I was overwhelmed. I just wanted to get enough rest and most especially, I wanted peace. Sitting upright with a composed look, though my insides twisted like a coiled serpent, I turned to face Asher before shifting my gaze towards the window. The room was dim, save for the thin streaks of late afternoon sunlight slipping through the curtains. Dust motes danced in the golden light, careless and free, unlike me that was stuck in a place, going around in circles and trying to survive. I hadn't cried since waking up, not even when Miller came in flaunting her triumph, not when the full weight of the auction house massacre settled in my chest and not when I realized the str

Aurora’s POVThe moment Emma rushed into the reception room, my stomach did a violent churn as I slowly pulled myself to my feet. Emma hugged me tightly, almost squeezing life out of me in the process. Everyone knew it was just for show so no one was moved. After a few back and forths, Asher made me sit next to him, while holding me firmly like I was going to slump the next minute. My mission here was to meet with my father. I had only decided to see Emma and Scarlet to read their expressions but to my disappointment, they didn’t give anything. Just when I was going to head for my father's room, Asher’s arms tensed. I could feel it as my head was resting on his shoulder. “Why?" He asked, his voice making the air thick with tension. I wanted to stop him from going further but he shot at them again. When it seemed like things were going to spiral out of control soon, I clung to Asher’s arm, trying to stop him from creating a scene, but he wasn’t having it.“What are you talking ab

Reader’s POVBoiling with fury, Miller stormed all the way from the palace to her apartment, ignoring everyone she walked by on the way. On arrival, she slammed the door shut, making everything hanging on the wall to shatter. Kicking her shoes off, she made her way into the middle of the living room and then began to pace about in circles, muttering curse words to herself. Suddenly halting, her eyes fell on the vase beside the couch, she was going to fall on the couch to get her thoughts back in line but everything about the vase irked her. Grabbing the ceramic object, she smashed it against the floor, watching as the pieces shattered everywhere as her chest rose and fell in rhythm.“This isn't the plan." She mumbled, biting the inside of her cheek. “This wasn't the plan." She yelled, this time around, kicking her shoe towards the wall before she grabbed her head with both hands as she let out an ear splitting scream.Miller was humiliated and this time, it hit more harder than t

Reader’s POVThe clinking of cutlery and the low hum of the maids' conversations which echoed from the kitchen adjacent to the dining room was the only sound that rented the air. Emma sat at the head of the table, taking over Alpha Simone’s spot as the head of the family. Sitting on the left was Scarlet who was playing with her wineglass, her perfectly painted lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.Jake sat across from her, chewing on his food gently and all the while, he had his head buried, staring at the table like he was reading a book. “Tender roasted lamb with rich red wine sauce and buttered vegetables.” Scarlet smacked her lips, alternating her gaze between her company. With her hands folded in front of her and head tilted to the side, she mumbled, "I haven't had a large dinner like this in a while, are we celebrating anything?” She mouthed, staring at Emma."Not at all, I just have to satisfy my cravings.” Emma chuckled and as if planned beforehand, mother

Aurora’s POVThe atmosphere in the room shifted.The temperature didn’t rise, and the council members didn’t move an inch but something had changed. I could feel it like a storm waiting to break. With my head bent, I shut my eyes, muttering a little prayer to the moon goddess for help. Barely a second later, the sound of a scraping chair rented the air and at once I raised my head only to see Palmer rubbing his eyes with the back of his palmer. Yawning like he had just woken up from a siesta, he leaned forward and for the first time since I walked in, Stefan’s posture stiffened when Palmer locked eyes with him. “This whole thing is one sided, don't you think?” He asked his colleagues who kept staring at him like he was an alien. “I suggest we bring Miller in for questioning too,” he said, his voice calm, but strong enough to cut through the tension like a blade. “If she’s accusing someone of a crime, she must answer for it under the council protocol especially considering the we