All Chapters of Chosen for the Lycan : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AvaIt was my turn to avoid the Lycan King. If he was in the hallway, I’d go back to my room or probably take the next turn. He didn’t come to my room for any reason and I didn’t dwell so much on it. That was a lie, I weighed Edna's words in my head, his absence only proved that she had been right the whole time.What was I thinking? That it was suddenly some sort of happily ever after?I was heading down to the kitchen to see Anya, we had bonded more and I had to double-check just to be sure that he wasn't in the hallway, and when I was sure he wasn't, I strolled out comfortably only to bump into a pair of green eyes with an expressionless look. "What..w what are you doing here?" I asked him. He looked me over before answering, “Nothing.” I waited expectantly and he continued. "Are you alright?" He asked after a while.I shrugged. "Fine. Why would anyone care if I'm alright or not?""No reason," He said again, though this time he had more of an amused tone, and I decided that he mu

Unknown It had always been about her, about what she wanted, if she was fine, and what she would do next...and then it got harder because they didn’t know what she could want anymore. She stole it all away from me, my parents’ love, my friends, and now I have nothing. The first time my parents returned with her, she was five and unconscious . They were worried that she was sick, but she was just too small to understand. On the day she woke up, I looked at her for a long, envy ran through my veins. She had fierce red long hair , big greyish blue eyes that were full of curiosity, and a tiny button nose. She didn’t look like me...at least not in any way I had seen before, but that never stopped me from admiring her beauty and hating her all the same. No one knew of any missing child so nobody came for her and my parents kept her, saying she was my new sister.She was not my sister, I hated how they called her my sister. I hated how my heart throbbed even as little as I was, I was je

LeonIt was all a dream, a figment of my imagination created by the constant onslaught of desire that came with being in high demand. The sudden brightness of the moon was almost startling enough to wake me from the trance I was trapped in and make reality come back into focus, but I still wasn’t sure why I was dreaming about fucking Ava. She didn't mean anything to me except what she was supposed to do for me to be in the position I needed to be, to give me an heir.My beast was restless throughout the night, I couldn't sleep, and it kept wanting to see Ava. When I gave in, I kept thinking of many excuses I could give if she dared to ask why I was by her door in the middle of the night. I knocked twice and didn't get any response, maybe she was asleep. I turned to take my leave not wanting to be seen by anyone, embarrassed by my sudden desire for her. It was strange.Then I heard her voice, it came out low and tired. Was she talking to somebody? I knocked again, but no response fo

AvaEdna left.I watched from my window as she pushed her things into the carriage, refusing the guards' help and just pushing until they finally got off. The Queen mother was the only one who stood out there with the guards as the carriage rode away. The king had been away for two days now. My heart raced a bit when I realized what that meant, but I tried to push it away. No use in getting worried over something I could never change, I knew what was coming next. It was always the same. There would be no way of escaping, not unless the Queen Mother let me go first. Maybe she wasn't going to come looking for me but I knew better.I didn't see how she could ever allow such an offer to happen. I hurried into the kitchen, helping the staff with whatever I could find, I was certain she would not come in there to find me but I was wrong because some minutes later, the door opened and she walked in. She looked at me, her expression unreadable. She walked over to where I stood, ignoring

AvaI was stuck in my room just like Queen Mother had ordered.When Anya brought my food, she stared at me for a long time like she wanted to say something but I looked elsewhere.She was not my friend. A friend would not do what she did.“I know I hurt you, I am sorry” She mumbled even though she was aware of the fact that she wasn't supposed to speak to me.I still refused to look at her. I didn't want to talk or look anywhere near her because if I were around her, the words I wanted to say would come out and I would end up hurting her instead. I couldn't be like her.My mother- adopted mother would always tell me that it was not right for a person's emotions to control their actions. I disagreed but she didn't listen. Even if she did listen, how could she understand? “I love you,” Anya whispered, “You are my friend”Even though it tugged at my heart, I refused to reply with a smile on my face like I normally would have. My expression didn't change even when Anya left my room. Her