All Chapters of The Lycan's fated weak mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

Thud. Drawfall lifeless body crumpled to the floor. The moment she had finished spilling out what she knows, Ste-phen had shove his hand into her chest and pulled out her heart. He watched the organ’s beat fade in his hold. His midnight eyes barely matched with the anger burning through his veins recalling everything Drawfall said. After the massacre centuries ago, Zoraya had managed to flee along with a few survivors. However her heart burned for revenge, seeing the way Ste-phen killed her mate. She was on Aldric’s side, believe Ste-phen wasn't meant to be King. She was cunny and devious, Suspected to be the one to dive shitty things into Aldric’s head, manipulating him to destroy Ste-phen and his family. None had expected Ste-phen to go feral and destroy them. But Zoraya managed to escape, then came back to gather Aldric's body. She then went into an extreme method, seeking a friend of hers who was into dark magic, pleading for her male to be saved so they can ruin Ste

The battle was beginning to lean in favor of the rogues. With their ability to regenerate, and their higher-ranking units covered in armor that could withstand bullets, the werewolves were beginning to lose ground. Herod and some others were assisting with the snipers, but even then… It still felt like a waste of time. Seth , drenched in blood, spotted one of the green-eyed rogues nearly killing one of his men. Without hesitation, he charged at it, slashing its armor with his claws. He had killed five in total—each one had resurrected. His strikes were becoming less brutal, and his healing was slowing down. The only thought that kept him going was: once Zoraya dies, it’ll all be over. At least, that was the hope they clung to. After managing to kill the green-eyed rogue—though taking a few hits himself—he tried to head toward the building to find the bitch himself. But the rogues had formed a protective circle around it. Getting there was next to impossible. The wolves wer

As Yara made preparations for the blind date, Mason cleaned himself up, shaving and restoring his usual look. It hadn't been easy being clean from drugs for three months, but it was worth it… he hoped. Today, Mason was on the bed, still clad in his hospital uniform as he listened to his mother's story about an old friend she had met yesterday. Her face was beaming with happiness lately; he couldn't tell if it was due to the fact that he had agreed to the blind dates or because, after five long years, he finally found himself smiling. Even though it didn't really reach his heart… that deep scar would perhaps forever be branded there. Mason let out a soft chuckle at her joke. She looked up at him, surprised, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my, you just laughed!” she teared up immediately. “That is so sweet!” “Why wouldn't I? It's so fucking hilarious,” he grinned, and Yara pulled him into a deep hug. “I love you, son. I love you so much,” she said, stroking his back gently. “I