All Chapters of The Chosen Mate Of The Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Meanwhile The hospital room was small and quiet, with many large windows and sunlight.The doctor had asked for them to be put in a room with a lot of sunlight and ventilation.Callum lay sitting up in his bed, his chest was bandaged, and his face looked pale.His dark hair was still wet, as the nurse had just given him a light hair wash. His eyes were filled with confusion, and he curiously looked around the room and at Keira.She sat beside him, a tray of food on her lap, her hands shaking slightly as she took a spoonful of broccoli into his mouth. She had worn a plastic hair cap over her hair to keep it from getting into his food.She was weak and tired.Callum weakly swallowed his food, his eyes were soft, and he still looked confused, as if he was trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. “You’re good at this,” he said, in a weak and warm voice. “Taking care of people.” He added.“ I’m sure we must have been in love.” He said and gave her a small smile, she looke

The interrogation room in Moonclaw’s main headquarters was silent.It was a gray building right behind the palace, a structure that everyone feared.The surroundings of the building were an empty field that stretched for miles. The building had its own courtroom and its own private road, which was used to transport accused people to the penitentiary.Dren laughed to himself, a fake laugh that he always did whenever he wanted to hide his fear or nervousness, he had lived his whole life on the streets of Moonclaw, from gang to gang, before he finally got that one job with a rich rogue merchant and his life had changed, but while growing up one thing he had learnt was acting, it was a life saving skill, and it was what he needed to do right now.The room was silent as Ryk looked at Dren’s face trying to read the man’s expression, he had initially seen the fear in the man’s eyes earlier.The metal table between him and Ryk was bolted to the floor, the surface of the table was rough from a

Dren was breathing heavily as he struggled to get back on the metal chair, he could barely see his eyes had begun to swell.His thin body was aching him badly, his jaw was swollen, and his face was beginning to look like a patchwork of bruises and blood from Ryk striking him earlier. The photograph of Konan still lay on the table; the edges looked worn out. Ryk looked down at him with cold eyes, as if accusing Dren of betrayal. Ryk slowly walked towards him, spitting on him in disgust and kicking him back to the floor as he bent to his eye level.He carefully adjusted his trousers to avoid the blood dripping from the chair where Dren’s hand had been.The CCTV camera was still off, the room was silent, and no one dared to enter and interrupt Ryk’s session.Ryk began to laugh coldly as the dren cowered in fear.Dren’s earlier bravery had disappeared.All his stupid demands for a lawyer, his claims of being an upstanding merchant, everything had shattered under Ryk’s punches. Now, his

Fardar stood frozen, water dripping from his body. The whole courtyard was now silent; even the music had gone off.His phone was still pressed to his ear. His eyes were wide and looked shocked, they were fixed on Dren, who also knew he had been caught, he slowly took his face cap off, letting the light shine on his injured face, revealing all the wounds and swollen parts of his face.The realization hit Fardar like a hammer.It all began to make sense to him as he looked at Dren’s wounds and saw the way he had been nervously fidgeting. Dren wasn’t that kind of person; in fact, one of the reasons he had always hated Dren was his guts.Fardar could tell the dren had betrayed them.He had intentionally made him call the boss.“You bastard..” He whispered.“What did you say?” The boss said over the phone.“You foolish bastard! You bastard!” Fardar shouted as his body began to shake violently “You Moonclaw scum,” Fardar growled, his voice was silent and filled with anger.He immediately

It was still quiet in the interrogation room as Ryk continued to process what he had just heard.Both men had grave looks on their faces.The room still had the smell of stale coffee, blood, and the sour smell of Fardar’s alcohol.Ryk sat across from the fardar, he looked devastated, his whole body felt tense, his bruised face filled with exhaustion, his dark eyes looking dull from the effects of everything he had just realized, the realization that had just struck him leaving him in shock.He was having a hard time believing it.Lord Conoron, the exiled Moonclaw merchant, Isabel’sGrandfather, Konan’s adoptive father, was the rogue merchant who was behind Konan’s kidnapping, and likely Keira’s kidnapping. He hadn’t expected every clue he had been chasing to lead here.The puzzle pieces were beginning to come together and make sense slowly.He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.Fardar sat still in his handcuffs, he looked scared and relieved at the same time, his scarred n