All Chapters of The Nine-tailed Wolf : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 : Death trap Phoebe’s POVSpotting Lucas, my heart skipped a beat. Standing opposite the training room, I came face to face with a mature man that had a striking resemblance to Lucas. Black hair, 6 '5 in height and was extremely handsome despite his old age. The only difference was the color of their eyes; his were black while Lucas’s were grey. With narrowed eyes, he scrutinized my face, his piercing gaze making me freeze. After a while, he finally tore his gaze away, walking majestically. I gasp, releasing the breath I never knew I was holding. “Phoebe,” that familiar low and husky voice called out. Turning around, it was Lucas, his face rapidly turning red. “I…I don’t think you should be here,” he stammered, slightly fidgeting his hands. “Why?” I asked, my chest tightening. He immediately looked away, his eyes darting around, intentionally avoiding mine. “So he doesn’t want me? Just like the rest.” I forced back the tears that threatened to fall and turned around walk

Phoebe’s POV I stood frozen, feeling a cold numbness spreading through my chest, as if I was staring at a ghost, not a person. I blinked repeatedly, thinking it was the aftereffect of my stay in the clinic. Unfortunately, it wasn't a hallucination. Shock, happiness, confusion, and fear came over me all at once. “How is she still alive? I watched her die.” Sudden dizziness washed over me, my legs going weak like jelly. “Im…impossible!” I managed to speak, clutching my throbbing head. “You died. We buried you.”A wide smile spread across her face. “Well, you can see I’m still hale and healthy.” She leaned against the wall casually as if we were discussing the weather. “But…how?” “I faked my death,” she replied, her low soft voice devoid of emotion while she picked her nails like it was more important than the conversation. My breath hitched, my hands clenched into fists. “Eight years, eight good years and you never showed up. You didn’t look back. You never cared,” I choked, my voi

Chapter 25: A tale of two tailsPhoebe’s POVI held Lucas’s tighter, trying to ease the burning pains in my bones. My wolf fought relentlessly within me, trying to come out, to escape the anguishing torment. My mother’s warnings rang in my head “Try as much as possible to hide your identity.” I squeezed my eyes shut, to prevent anyone from seeing them ignite with the unique violet glow. Then, Mr. Grim reaper appeared. His presence, a chill that swept through me. His gaze was predatory, pure curiosity crossing his face. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” His low and unsettling voice rang out. “Hiding something?” He continued, a smirk playing on his lips. With that, he pushed Lucas away with just one hand, as if he was just an annoying housefly. My heart hammered in my chest, my body trembling like a leaf in the wind. He drew closer, his approach like a death sentence. A beam of sweat appeared on my forehead, the fear of being exposed, overshadowing the excruciating pains. “Phoe

Chapter 27 Phoebe’s POV I became paralyzed, my legs rooted to the ground. The assassin’s lips parted, blood trickling from her mouth, as she instinctively reached for her chest. My eyes widened, watching my mother toss the heart through the window like a useless piece of paper. The assassin’s body dropped to the floor, an empty bloodied hollow in her chest. I trembled like a leaf in the wind, my heart pounding faster than a motorcycle. A dead, heavy silence descended. The air, thick with a metallic smell and unspoken tension. “Are you hurt?” Felicia asked, breaking the silence. I swallowed hard, unable to speak. “Lesson number one: kill or be killed,” she stated flatly, wiping her blood stained hands with the nearest towel. She sat on the bed leisurely, crossing her legs as if she hadn’t just murdered a person. I should be grateful for her help because if she hadn’t come, I would have been the one laying lifelessly on the floor. But the amusement in her eyes when she ripped out

Chapter 29: Love or dutyLucas’s POV“Reject her now!” He demanded, his tone firm and final. The words slammed into me, like a heavy blow. Color drained from my face, my heart sank, a knot forming in my stomach. I stared at him, processing the command. My eyes flickered to Phoebe. Her usual vibrant face was now as pale as white sheet, her eyes widened with a fear that mirrored my own. I knew this day would come, but not this soon. Not when I haven’t told her everything.“What about Vivian?” He blurted out, piercing through the silence. The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Phoebe glanced at me, her eyes begging for answers. My soul almost left my body, one of my greatest fears, finally coming to pass. Before I could recover, he added “Are you going to just dissolve the engagement?” Phoebe gasped, her eyes almost falling out of their sockets as her hands flew to her mouth. The weight of guilt took grip of me, like heavy stones pressed on my shoulders. I averted my gaze,