All Chapters of The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Brooklyn.Landon peek into the room, eyes smiling. “Come with me.” I look up from the sketching I am actively doing and tilt my head at him. “Where to?”“Just come,” he ushers me with his hands.His eagerness is contagious, but I also want to finish what I am drawing. It's been a really long while since I drew or painted and these days, I have spent most of my time away from Landon drawing.With a groan, I push the comforter away from me and get up from the bed. I wince slightly at the coldness of the tiles, even with socks on, it's still cold. I groan again and clutch my sketchpad and pencil to my chest and follow my man out of the room.I've been taking them wherever I go. Even to the bathroom! I've expressed my desire for him not to see anything I am drawing until I am done with them all. But his interest in it won't make me trust him not to look. Hence, always with me.Currently, I am trying to draw Lisa a portrait for her birthday. It's next week and I need to be done before the

Brooklyn.I can feel Billie's eyes on me.My hands face flat against the asphalt behind me, I let myself lean back into it, keeping my focus on the scenery above.“I couldn't recognize you.” That gets my attention and I peepers land on her, but she's already gazing up. She sighs, her back hunching and one hand rubbing her belly in circles. “I should have recognized you.”Is that why she stayed away? Because she feels guilty that she can't recognize me? Was she even born by the time her sister left? Or was she wise enough to tell what's right and what's happening?My eyes lift up at the half moon shining its brightest. It's half, yet it shines. When it's full, it glows? Surely, nothing exists without its second.“You couldn't have known.”She scoffs, “I could have. I was just blind to it.”If she wants to feel guilty and is hell bent on it, who am I to tell otherwise? Sooner or later, she'll realize and look to the future. “I don't blame you,” I shrug lazily, “so you have no right to

Brooklyn.The pasta before me is awesome, but I'm plagued with thoughts and all I can do right now is play with my food. The red meal smudges against each other creating a slush sound.“Stop that and eat.” Landon scolds, snapping me out of my thoughts. He puts a forkful of rolled pasta into his mouth. “It'll get soggy.”I watch him type on his systems rapidly, his glasses etching on his face. He isn't even putting focus on me. I mumble, “how would you know? You're not even looking at me.”“The slouching sound is disturbing.”I stop the movement, eyes on him. Waiting for him to meet my bothered ones, but when they don't. I push my plate of filled food away from me and get up. “Thank you for dinner.”“What?” That finally draws Landon's focus to me. He looks down at my plate. “But you barely ate a thing.”“Oh. You noticed?” I pour the food into the bin and dump the dirty plate into the sink. Dishes can be done later. All through, I feel Landon's gaze on me.I know he is busy, but I need

Brooklyn.I know something is wrong.I think since Landon is alright, all is well. It never for once occurred to me that it doesn't have to be about Landon if I can feel it. I am mated with him, I am the Luna. I should know better.And how, my negligence has cost me my very first friend and godson. Right now, I can only cross my hand and pray to the goddess for the best.I don't have any relationship with her, but I hope she hears and answers me.I need my family to be okay. I can't afford to lose anyone again. Gosh, no.But currently, I have a feeling everyone needs me again. Just like when she was bitten by a werewolf. Except in this case, she was attacked by a rogue and is in surgery.Landon and Logan huddle, hands intertwined with each other as they sit together on a bench outside of the operating room. Those two acts are so tough, yet are so soft. Sighing, I trudge up to them. “One will think you both are lovers.” I stretch out the cups of coffee and energy bar to them. They bot

Brooklyn.It's kind of hard to decide on who he took after.I stare into his ice blue eyes, I see Billie and when I look past it, just at his face, I see Logan's nose, his lips, his head…they both made a cute little thing.Bouncing the baby on my lap, I make faces to get the boy to smile, but it barely works. He just stares and blinks. Frustrated, I huff and just move to rocking him.Landon chuckles, glancing at us then back at the road. We are on our way to the hospital. I'm sure Logan is there already, expecting his little bundle of joy. “He must miss his father.”Nodding, I agree. “They bonded quite a lot.”“Hm.” He swipes the left hand for the right one, his left hand dropping on his lap. “That little heart breaker.”I burst out laughing. Lance's gaze travels from me to Landon, and back at me. Wondering what's funny —that is if he can comprehend. “Heart breaker?”“Have you seen him?” He throws me a crooked look, eyes falling on little Lance. “His eyes? No doubt those organs will b