Semua Bab DESIRED BY MY LYCAN EX AND THE BETA: Bab 51 - Bab 60

LYRA'S POV I put a call through to Tank for the umpteenth time this afternoon, there was no response. I had been doing nothing except lazing about the house ever since we returned from the hospital this morning. The phone went off with a beep sound causing me to let an exaggerated sound. Tank usually turned out to be unavailable in times he was needed most, it was no news but he was doing a great job and if Thorne trusted him, then I could to. I let my head fall to the desk as I continued dialing the line hoping it would connect somewhere around the next hundred years. Having called him consecutively, ten times now could only prove that it was pointless but you couldn't blame me. I so badly wanted to speak with my baby, I wouldn't care how long it took to get through. It was such a pity I couldn't use my powers on him, the why was a case I don't want delve into at all. Before I knew what was happening, my eyelids began to fall over my eyes, only the ringing sound of m

LIRA'S POV I wiped the streak of sweat that had just formed on my temple away with the back of my soapy hands. "Are you just going to kneel down there mopping the floor and keep pretending like I don't exist?" Patrick's gaze was narrowed upon me, his legs crossed as he sat on his sofa. "What you're asking is outrageous, I better pretend that I didn't hear it." I spat at him. "Good, seems I would also pretend like a word from me wouldn't end your brother's life as we speak." My body tensed as I fought the urge to hit the mopping stick on him. It was annoying or rather frustrating knowing that I had to make a choice between helping him kidnap Lyra's son or letting my brother die. "I can't do what you're asking." I shook my head blatantly. Patrick only adjusted himself in the seat looking indifferent. "It's not my brother's life that is at stake, Lira. I'm sure you know what to do. You're certainly not going to chose a stranger over a sibling. You both

DUNCAN'S POV I couldn't believe it but did that even matter anyway. I had never had a father and son moment with Ryan before but I felt just as connected to him as I was with Lydia and to hear that his life was at a risk was eating at me slowly.The air in the restaurant was changing and when I looked at the time it was half past four. I had exactly five hours to returned home and if I set out now, I would get there sometime about ten o’clock and resume to another episode of drama whereby Sophia would claim I had slept out with another woman and then, she would randomly assume that woman was Lyra.It’s funny, really— only when I look back on moments like that. But in the moment, they usually left me angry and frustrated. Most times, I’d reflect afterward and question my decisions. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me I had made the wrong choice marrying her. First, I lost the only woman who could ever truly love me to another man. Second, I might have just ruined my chance of ever b

SOPHIA'S POV The sky had a different look tonight, the stars had disappeared and the surface was clouded. The harsh wind beated my face rapidly as lightening strokes lit up the night sky. Seemed it was going to rain here tonight and I was going to enjoy every bit of it. I closed the window, knowing the cold would be just too much for Lydia. I went to lie on the bed beside her as the rain came in full force. Drops of rain water beating heavily against the window while deafening Thunder strikes rules the night. The noise from the Thunder was so loud, I almost missed the message that flooded into my mind from Patrick. I considered ignoring it and just pretend that I was asleep but In most cases, I never knew why Patrick was calling me and this one might be just important. I got up from the bed and went downstairs, making my way to the kitchen door. The same place we usually met at night. I opened the door and Patrick pushed me out of the way as he hurried in, He was drenched in w

SOPHIA'S POV I paced around the room on the ground floor of the rogue pack house, waiting for Patrick. He should have been here several minutes ago, but it seemed like he was intentionally delaying for some reason. I couldn’t tell why. All I knew was that I hadn’t come here like a faithful servant— I had come to speak some sense into Patrick. Ever since Duncan woke up this morning and had begun to exhibit some strange symptoms of an extraordinary illness that never before existed, I knew immediately that it had something to do with the injection I had given him last night. I hadn't expected anything good to come out of it but what I expected wasn't this bad either. I knew some of the pack members might soon begin to suspect me. I mean, they all never accepted me in the first place, it was always their very nice Lyra who was sweet just as she was adorable and I hated it that her legacy still haunted me even five years after she left the Nightshade pack. I stomped my fo