All Chapters of The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Brooklyn.One minute I stand frozen staring at the sight before me in disbelief and in the next minute, I'm puking my guts a few feet away from everyone.“Shit.” I hear Landon mutters in the process of me vomiting everything my throat can push out. Warm hand pats my back in the cold night. “There, there,” when I'm done, I take a deep breath just for the smell to trigger me and I go puking again. “Maybe you should go home.”“I'm fine.” Pushing his hand away from me, I stand straight. Tears in my eyes, not falling as I let my gaze drift anywhere but the corpse in front of us. Landon doesn't move an inch, standing still and staring at me, as if waiting for me to break. I repeat through hard breathing, “I said I'm fine.”“Okay, okay.” He steps back but his eyes still watch me, waiting.I finally let my eyes land on the corpse I can no longer avoid looking at. Then quickly look away. The hammering sound of my heart is the loudest sound between us right now and I'm certain everyone can hear

Brooklyn.It's probably a wrong time for me to be alone right now, but deep in my guts, I know that I am not alone.I ran away from Landon. Alan and Raine hot on my tail. They don't say a word, but they don't need to.Maddie is right. She's so right.I destroy everything around.Everyone gets harmed because of me. Riley died because of me. My grandma, Billie, Mike… all because I exist.A sob breaks from my lips. It's all my fault, her words repeating in my head now become my own thoughts.“Oh, dear,” Raine drops beside me on the floor and wraps herself around me like a warm blanket on a cold, shivering morning. Except it does nothing to warm the feeling side of me. Instead, it amplifies it and I suddenly want her — or anyone not near me. Who knows, they may be next. “She said that out of grief, she didn't mean any of it.”Of course she did. Madison blames me for everything that has been happening. What I didn't know was that she also blamed me for what happened to Billie. Do Logan and

Brooklyn.I love Christmas.The soft humming of Christmas songs that plays in the early morning and dead in the night of the streets of the United Kingdom, the happy faces and beautiful smiles that wears itself on the people, the aroma of the cookies, cakes, and food, down to the way every family gifts each other presents and we can't wait to open it.The best, fucking holiday ever.I love Christmas so much that all I can think of when Christmas is over is the next Christmas.Every year, it has always been the same. I'll eat breakfast with my family, then go out all day with Mike. The outing is always different every year. Then I go back home to eat cookies and watch Christmas movies with my parents.Those were my old perfect.Now, I wonder what my new perfect will be.“Merry Christmas, lover.” Landon rolls until I'm no longer above him, but under him. I beam. He chuckles, “gosh, I can feel your vibration.”An inadvertent giggle falls off my lips and I wrap my hands around his neck, p

Brooklyn.Apparently, everyone shares a fun story they've about Madison. To say it was entertaining will be an understatement. I can't stop the random giggle even after it's shared. Maddie blushes crimson at Mike's teasing which makes the room erupt in laughter.One thing about Mike? He knows how to press your buttons. I used to be at the receiving end of it.My bladder begs for a release and I quickly rush to the bathroom to pee. As I flush the toilet, a wave of dizziness hits me and I end up gripping the stall walls so I won't fall. It stays longer than it did this morning and it takes me a while to get the nauseous feeling under control.Gulping, I wipe the precipitation off my forehead before washing my hands. I breathe in through my nose and breathe out through my mouth. Working the technique for a few times, I feel my inside get under control and I sigh in relief before walking out of the bathroom.Rather than returning to the living room where everyone is, I opt for the kitchen

Brooklyn.I giggle burst out of my throat as Madison slides before me, her right hand up and the left down. “What about this?” She gives a sleek twirl and I can't help the laugh that falls out next. She laughs along. “Gosh, whose idea was this again?”One of my eyebrows quirks up. Hers, of course. There's no way Landon will leave my side or let me leave the house if not for her.On Christmas night, while we tear into chicken and sip wine, Landon and I came out about the pregnancy. To say the room burst into a cacophony of euphoria will be an understatement.Raine, especially, won't stop squeezing the life out of my neck and it takes one loud growl from Landon to have her shuffling across the other room.It was comical in a way.The night ended perfectly. I loved my first Christmas day here. The days flow over in a quiet, serene way with me trying to get my mind off everything through painting and with Landon working as much as he can from home.But it wasn't enough. Eventually, he had