All Chapters of Her Choice To Make : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucian’s POV:“You know each other?” Tessa looked from me to the opposing man, a confused look spread on her face.I flashed a confused look at the man holding an arrow straight to my face. It was now I was just seeing his face clearly under the flickering yellow lamp. My lips twitched with shock at the realization of who this man was.“Isaac?” I was dumbfounded.“In the flesh.” He smirked, the claw mark on his cheek contracting slightly. The claw mark that I gave him during our last fight.Isaac used to be part of the Bloodmoon pack, my pack. But after the day I was cursed by… after the curse locked my ability to be able to stay shifted in my wolf form for long. Some people saw it as an opportunity to take over my position as lycan king.One of those people who saw my curse as my biggest weakness and the perfect opportunity to strike was Isaac, a former beta. He had secretly plotted to get me poisoned. Normally the poison wouldn’t really affect me because I would shift to my wolf for

Tessa’s POV:The tune the orchestra played sounded like the soundtrack to a Disney princess movie. It was soft, magical, and almost cloud-like. It didn’t feel like I was walking into the open garden; it felt like I was floating on white, foamy clouds.At both sides of the wide space were the house members, all on their feet, wide smiles plastered on their faces as I walked past. One would think I was the very sun and they were just seeing light for the first time in their lives.At the center of the picturesque garden stood Lucian, elegant in his ceremonial wear: a white cotton shirt that was almost knee-length and a pair of fitted white pants to match. Even from a distance, it was hard not to notice how hot he looked. How perfect his slicked-back long hair shaped his sharp jawline and how his muscles hugged his drip.When I reached where Lucian stood, our eyes locked, and I could see it. A deep yearning on his face, like he had been waiting for me his whole life. My heart couldn’t he

Tessa’s POV:Dress the way you want to be addressed. It’s a saying that has been proven right over and over again throughout the decades. If I wanted to start getting addressed as an alpha’s wife, I had to start dressing like one.My eyes shifted to the tall plywood wardrobe nested at the other end of the room beside the window. I wasn’t sure I would find anything inside to wear, but still I decided to try either way. Half expectantly, I walked up to the wide container and swung it open. A burst of a variety of different colorful dresses greeted me as they hung from the wardrobe extension. How were there so many dresses already arranged inside the wardrobe? It was either this was someone else’s clothes or the wardrobe was arranged beforehand.My heart stopped pumping blood for a minute. If these were someone else’s clothes, the only person coming to mind was… Tori.My hands grazed over the fabric of the clothes and halted when I reached a red dress. I pulled out the dress from the h

Tessa POV:I swallowed, the gulp as loud as the stiff rod caressed between my legs. I attempted to put distance between us, but Lucian’s hand drew me back and held me tight. “Where are you going?”My breath came out ragged. “Lucian…you…I…” I tripped on my words. My brain seemed to have stopped functioning as a result of an overload.“Shush!” He quieted my stuttering voice. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you chose this dress.” Lucian’s eyes went down to my boob area again. This time he wasn’t hiding the fact that he was lusting after them. No, he was boldly staring at them like a toddler would look at a candy, right in front of me.He moved his head closer, his mouth almost touching my neck, and goosebumps popped all over me. “You need to take care of what you started… wifey,” hot air blew against the nape of my neck.I opened my mouth to say something, to protest. To tell him to back off and not cross the line because we were only playing pretend, but no word came out. I

Tessa POV: “Tessa, I’m talking to you. Is this true?” Lucian faced me for answers. My eyes roamed around, avoiding his gaze. “Yes, it’s true,” I admitted. “Ahah! You can’t deny it now!” Tori shouted, practically leaping for joy. Lucian sighed disappointedly and came closer. “Why didn’t you say anything before?” His face spawned with betrayal. “You watched me defend you knowing that you actually did it?” I held onto his shirt. “Lucian I promise you, I didn’t take the necklace.” My eyes begged for him to believe me, but the firm belief in me that formerly held his shoulders up had slumped down now. “You lied before; why should I believe you now?” He grabbed my wrist and wriggled my hand off his shirt. I held my hand to my chest. “I didn’t lie, I just—” Tori interrupted, “You just didn’t tell the whole truth?” She shook her head. “Yeah, that’s still a lie, Tessa.” I didn’t even pay Tori any attention. I didn’t have to defend myself to her. The only people I was bothere