All Chapters of DESIRED BY MY LYCAN EX AND THE BETA: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LYRA'S POV It took quite a while along with the sound of the door creaking for me to let go of Ryan as I looked up. The door was partly open and I could sense someone was behind it. "Who is there?" I asked patiently. Ryan removed his arm which was wrapped around my neck and turned to face the door. He rested his backside against my body as the door creaked again. "It's me, Tank." The door opened and he revealed himself dressed in an army green T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. "What do you want?" I asked him brushing away a strand of hair from my hair. "I just want to get Ryan, we plan to go out today." Tank explained. "Why?, he didn't tell me that?" I turned my gaze to Ryan giving me a frown but he just stared back at me with a smug smile on his face. "Where exactly are you going?" I asked Ryan. Ryan spread both hands apart from each other in a way that said, "I don't know" I looked up at Tank demanding an answer fro

RAPHAEL'S POV It had been such a lousy two weeks since the time Thorne got here. Tank was nowhere to be found, Peter was slowly begining to lose himself as the days went by while I was simply just here, tending to Thorne. I didn't worry much about Tank, he was a grown man, old enough to take care of himself but sometimes when I remembered how angry he had been when he dashed out of Matt's store a fortnight ago, I realized he could have ended up anywhere between bashing his head against a hard brick cement wall of getting in the way of a moving vehicle. The only certainty stopping me from everyday worrying was that if anything pertaining those two assertions had happened within this town, news would have gotten back to us. For now, I just had to assume that he was too angry to return home or even check up on Thorne. When it came to Thorne, there wasn't much of an improvement, just a few distorted words in the middle of the nights, most of which I couldn't make out. I neve

RAPHAEL'S POV "I would speak with you later." Peter said to me as he left the room. "Yeah, sure." I returned with a smile. My eyes didn't leave him as he left the doorway, he lingered for a while and I kept my eyes on him all still. He left sometime later while my eyes went back to Thorne's figure. I rested against the back of my chair, there was nothing more that I could do except administer herbs to him and hope that he would somehow come back. Lyra was the only option on this case and I was very much sure she would be willing to help. She cared about Thorne and I had seen just how much during my stay at the Bloodmoon. I did find her annoying at the time, yes but it was simply because she was interrupting with my work. There was nothing I hated more than that. I leaned forward and picked my phone up from the drawer, I turned it on and checked the time, it was something around five o'clock. I let out a brief sigh exhaustion, perhaps I should go out for a w

LIRA'S POV "So what did you want to talk about?" I couldn't believe that I had actually agreed to talk to Patrick in private but here I was, sitting in one of the rickety seats of his fairly used wagon. "Look,I would ask the questions here." Patrick said as he buckled himself up. "So about our recent discussion, any news?" He asked. "What news?" I turned to him with a drowsy look. "You know you're supposed to be spying for me here. Do you have anything information about this pack, particular about the Beta Thorne or should I say the Alpha Ultima?" "I have no news about him, what do you seriously expect me to say, that he is dead after you poisoned him with… goddess knows what, besides what point do you have bringing the Alpha Ultima into this?" I questioned him. "That's none of your business. Just tell me, at least you're a member of the pack, what do you think is going on now. He is dying or he is recuperating?" "I don't live in

THORNE'S POV. I had been waiting for this moment to end, years of endless nightmares and torture. Images and silhouettes that didn't look real, flickering right before my very eyes. Sometimes they were clear as day, other times they were just blurry but they all sent the same message, the same play accompanied with words I could barely make out. The scenes played out like they were acts designed to destroy my very existence. My breathing was ragged, my heart beat at an irregular speed. This was just one of those hallucinations, they weren't real even though they felt real. I had been locked up in this loop for what seemed like a thousand years. I had lost count of the number of times I had had to deal with this and I might just give up anytime soon. It was tiring and a little less mind wrecking how far I had come but now at this moment, I wasn't sure I could go further. I recognized the ring I stood in like it was the back of my hand, how could I not? Several du