All Chapters of The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Brooklyn.The air that hangs in the pack house is always the same. Filled with more testerones and matelessness. Even right now, as I walk through the main door, it's boys littered in the rooms, playing, laughing and being…well, males.Whoever catches my sight bows in greeting and I smile back in return. I can tell that half of the people who live in the pack house are my age mate, yet I never hung out with them. It never occurred to me. And come to think of it, I don't speak with the pack members too.A frown pulls down my lips and I turn down the hallway that leads to Landon's office. “Tell me, Alan,” I crane my neck a bit so I can see him from my periphery, “do the pack members think I'm stuck up?” I can hear him visibly stiffen. “Should that answer my question?”“No, my Queen,” he increases his step a bit just so he can walk by my side since there are no people around here. “I wouldn't know since I'm always with you.”My lips jolt to the side and I narrow my eyes ahead of me, “wel

Brooklyn.Landon stares into my eyes. There's just a breath space between us this time. I want him to touch me, to hold me. I want to feel his warmth, but instead, he trudges back, away from me.His face is tight as he gives me a feigned smile and steps towards the stairs.Usually, Landon will touch me. His hands have always been on me, all over me and now he doesn't even pull me into a hug.Something is wrong.“Landon?” I call after him, he pauses but doesn't turn back to look at me. I shift on my feet, “is everything okay?”A pregnant pause. He cranes his neck, stares into my eyes. “What do you think?”The pain evident in his eyes has my feet swaying and me taking a step back in surprise. My mouth falls open as I try to say something, but nothing comes out. I watch him glance down, shake his head with a sigh, and go up the stairs to his study.I whisper to myself, “what just happened?”Shrugging, I go into the kitchen to prepare dinner for us. Maybe he's angry that I lashed out at h

Brooklyn.I feel pressure on my back and from the heat, I know who it is. Landon gathers my hair in his hands and begins to run his hand down my back.Flicking the faucet on, I wash the grime and odd taste off my mouth before leaning away. Landon steps back, eyes watching me in concern.“I'm fine,” I state, walking to the fridge and pulling out the bottle of mango juice. My throat feels like sandpaper, catchy and mango is the only thing I can keep down right down.Landon removes the plate of warm food from the microwave and places it on the counter, “you should eat while it's still warm.”“Not hungry,” I look away from the meal, “looking at the food makes me want to bury my head in the toilet, Landon. Not happening.” I state when he gives me a hard stare.Sighing, “Raine said you hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.”My nose flares, “you having them watch over my eating habits now?”“Can you blame me? You barely eat anything these days and you love food.”“Because I can barely keep

Brooklyn.“I guess you won't need me sneaking you food all the time, huh?” I grin, slapping Mike Ross on his back.“You snuck him food?!” Maddie shrieks, jaw slackening and eyes snapping between Mike and I.Mike glares at me and I give him a wink. I frown at Maddie in feign confusion, “you didn't know?”“It's no wonder you were not healing well. You seriously need to stop eating junks, babe,” Maddie shakes her head clearly looking disappointed.Oops. Mike glares doesn't ease off on me as he moves closer to his mate who's packing his clothes. Dropping a hand around her waist, he pecks her left check. “The hospital food is terrible, Mads.”Rather, she shrugs him off and moves into the bathroom. Mike sighs, rubbing his face and I feel pity for him. Maybe I should not have thrown him under the bus like that.I forget Maddie isn't like Landon who lets me have what I want. Especially when I'm unwell.Trying to undo the harm I did, I sit on the bed as Maddie reappears back with toiletries in

Brooklyn.The night wears on with Landon's gaze burning through my clothes and seeping into my skin. It's relaxing to know that his eyes haven't deviated away from me. From time to time, I'll glance back at him to see what he's doing and I don't think he has left the men's side even once.I push my hair behind my ears and glance back at him again. Landon sits on a chair, legs wide apart as he nursed a glass of whiskey, his intense eyes staring at me. I match his gaze, one of his eyebrows arch in question, and I return it with a smile. The side of his lips quiver up and he looks away for a second, responding to something his father shared.Smiling fondly at the man I'm so obsessed with, I draw my attention back to the people around me just to see their eyes burning into me. I silently curse at the surprise and widen my smile. “Did any of you say something to me?"Mike wants to roll his eyes, I can feel it, but he doesn't. I'm guessing that has something to do with the presence before u