All Chapters of Awakening the White Wolf: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kiara's POV I hadn't expected to fall asleep at all after slipping out of Darius' bed just beedore the break of dawn. I'd barely made it back to my room without being seen, and I had no idea how the hell that had even happened. Each step I took farther and farther away from his room seemed heavier than the last. It was probably my paranoia, but I couldn't shake off the fact that I was being watched, or perhaps I was going to bump into someone I shouldn't. Hazel perhaps? A guard or a maid? Or worse, Davis?Everyone knew the Alpha had been involved in some kind of accident. Thanks to Hazel, we'd been able to keep it under wraps about the main details. No one else asides us knew the shadows had been responsible for everything, and we simply told everyone who bothered to ask that Cain died trying to save Darius from a rogue pack's attack. It wasn't the complete truth, but it wasn't a lie either. And just the way not a lot of people knew about the details, they also didn't know tha

Kiara's POV I wasn't prepared for this version of Darius. Up until now, I had no idea this part of him even existed. I wasn't sure I could ever get used to this side of him. Not the man who looked at me like I was his salvation. Not the man who could bring me to my knees with just his voice. It curled like smoke around him whenever he called my name, and it lit up something in me. I hadn't known him for long, but I'd known him well enough to know that he wasn't a force to be messed with, at all. There were stories about how he was a merciless warrior, and how he didn't have mercy on his enemies. He was a beast in the battlefield, and if that wasn't a sharp contrast to the gentle man in front of me, then I had no idea what else would suffice. This was different, it was a pure but aching need, not for blood, not for battle, but for me. He was aching for me.His hands slid under my thighs, and before I could say jack shit, he lifted me up in the air. Instinctively, I found myself w

Darius' POV The silence in my room was deafening, and I hated it. It twisted and coiled around me like some kind of guilt, but I wasn't sure anything could match up to the guilt I felt for what I'd just done. I'd left Lyra all alone, and especially after having the best time of my life. I hadn't meant to leave her like that, naked beneath the sheets and her body still warm and pliant from everything we'd just done. But I had. I had slipped out of her room like a coward. I thought leaving would give me a reason for doing so, but yet, it'd been a couple of minutes, almost an hour, and still I had no reason to justify what I'd done. If anything, I only felt worse for leaving her like that, but I couldn't go back. I couldn't help but feel like I was running from something I couldn't put a finger to, something I couldn't quite name. I was running away from her, from us. I really should have stayed. But every damn second I spent in her presence, with her scent clouding my head and

Kiara’s POV The council chamber was colder than I expected, and it didn't sit right with me. To make it all worse, it didn't really have anything to do with temperature. The chill that raced down my spine came from the atmosphere of the place, and the stone walls that housed the council members weren't helping one bit. I didn't miss the frosted glares they all threw my way. The council members were numbered to a total of seven people, but with the amount of hate and contempt that they carried in their eyes, one would think that they were nothing less than a million people, without an ounce of exaggeration too. I hadn't been to the chamber before, but best believe when I said it surpassed everything I thought of, I really was telling the truth. The chamber was more of an arena than anything else. It reminded me of the arena that had been used for the trials, but not only was the one smaller than the last, it was also a tad bit intimate, and that had to be the worst part of it. H

Kiara’s POV I wasn't sure on the details of how Darius and I broke apart, but we eventually did, and even though it'd been quite some time since it happened, I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about the whole thing. My skin buzzed, but it wasn't from excitement. It was an aftereffect of fear mixed with a side serving of guilt. Guilt at how I'd lied to his face when he'd asked me an important question and probably for the very last time too. “You're not hiding anything from me, right?” Goddess knows I wanted to say the truth. I wanted to yell in his face or probably plead that he would understand me, before diving into it all. But instead of doing that, I'd kept mute and gone on with the same lie I'd been telling since I arrived. No. My name is Lyra. The chill of the hallway did nothing to settle the storm raging in my chest. I could still feel the echo of Darius touch, his voice, the heat of his breath on my skin and more. And yet, it all felt like it belonged to a different ti