บททั้งหมดของ Rejected Twice: Redeemed by the Cursed Lycan: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRALEK WOKE UP with a throbbing headache. He reached out to feel for Claire, but the bed was empty. That was when he remembered the events of the previous day. She was gone, and he had no idea where.Suppressing the feeling of angry frustration, he got out of bed and went to wash up. He planned to have a very busy day ahead, he was going to meet with some members of the senate and explain the situation to them. He had never had a meeting with them before; he always left it for Joram, but this was important.As he stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later, squeezing his hair dry, he mentally checked his other activities of the day. He was going to start raiding the last known places where the witches had their covens. It would be a hard task because it had been a very long time since the witches were seen, but he was going to do it.He looked at himself in the mirror. He could see his beast swirling just beneath the surface of his eyes, waiting for the sligh

ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRTHEY GOT TO the healer building and walked in. The air was scented of burning herbs and smoke."You know, we will heal properly on our own," Joram muttered as they walked down the dark hallway. "We don't have to come here and disturb Nonna."Alek chuckled. "If you were going to heal up, you should have started already. It's been hours and Darius still moves like a faulty robot.""Maybe I hit him too hard," Joram said with a smirk. "I am strong, you know. Even stronger than you."Alek snorted. "You wish, brother. You wish." He pushed open a smaller door that led into a deeper room."Nonna?" Darius called as he crouched to enter the room. They all crowded into the small room."Gran Kate," Alek was shocked. "I was wondering why I didn't see you in the kitchen."The two old women looked at them. "At least you still have enough sense in you," Nonna said. "What happened between the both of you?""Something I should have done myself," Alek muttered. "They had a fight.

CLAIRE VON SINCLAIRI PAUSED AT the door and looked around. The air was dry, the sun was bright and everywhere was deserted. There was no sign of life at all, I could almost imagine a tumbleweed blowing across the street like this was a ghost town. There was a tingling in the atmosphere, I could almost taste it.I followed the tug in my heart and walked across the street. I took a small alley beside some houses and came in front of a small tent. "This has to be it," I muttered to myself. I bowed and entered through the flap of the tent. I was met by them. The witches. They were all in the tent- which somehow looked larger from the inside than it did on the outside.I could count almost 40 women of different ages, sizes and colors. All heads turned to look at me. I cleared my throat uncertainly and raised my nose in a bid to look confident."Come forward, child," a woman said.I frowned when I saw who had spoken. It was a woman who did not look to be much older than me. I walked up to

LOGAN MILLERTHE PACK SUDDENLY felt out of his control. Logan knew he could not remain here any longer. Not with Bruce and Ruth conniving against him.He sat on his chair, his eyes were wide and red from the sleepless night and alcohol. He had not left his office since his outburst with Bruce. He did not know what was happening out there, but he knew it could not be good. He gulped down the last from the bottle of bourbon on his table and stood up with a groan to take another. A small timid knock sounded and the door opened slightly. "Logan?" Fiona called."I do not want to see or speak with you, Fiona," He said. "I thought I had made that clear already.""Logan -" she said again, coming in slowly.He looked at her. She was looking really strange. It was not like her. She looked like a ghost of herself. Bruce was not lying when he said she was sick. After seeing her like that, Logan had a bit of empathy and scoffed, opening the new bottle of whiskey and chugging it down."Can I have

ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRALEK WAS RAGING as he went back to his chambers. He sat down on the bed, each second reminded him of the fact that Claire was not there. He stood up and paced the room. He was going to pack a bag for this search. He was not going to come back until he raided every witch coven and found his mate. He yelled in frustration and drove his fist into the mirror. It cracked, cutting his reflections into many small, disfigured shards.His temper did not reduce, instead, he was even more agitated. He needed to beat someone up or fuck someone - No. He closed his eyes and shook his head vehemently. He needed to hold Claire.He pulled out a bag from the closet and threw some clothes in it. He packed the bag haphazardly and started to zip it up then remembered, "My toothbrush."He stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom to grab his toothbrush. Claire's was missing too. She had intentionally taken it. She left off her own free will with the vampire.Even though she was