All Chapters of The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

Brooklyn.“Hey," I wipe my hands against my sweat pants as I grab a cup and fill it with orange juice. One I'm guessing Landon added to the refreshments.Maddie offers me a thin smile as she also refills her cup of wine, “hey."Although her face is no longer red and swollen, it is still evident that she spent hours crying with no one knowing about it. I really don't know how their relationship works, but I'll be speaking to Mike soon."You good?” I question, emptying half the cup of the drink.Maddie nods, then shrugs. "Just having a hard time without Riley here and her dad..” she trails off, her voice breaking."What happened to her dad, Madison?” I am really concerned for that old man, at a young age, he had his mate ripped out of him. Now, his daughter also died at a very young age. But I am more concerned because if I was in his position, I'll commit suicide.And that admittance sends my heart into a wave of stimulus, almost choking me by the neck.“He is deteriorating, Brooklyn."

Landon.“What direction?” Dad asks Logan, eyes on the map before us.After hours of waiting, Sara finally gave us a lead on where she's going. She wandered the pack ground, hidden —somehow— moving from one place to another. The idiot doesn't know that we have her monitored. When I saw her roving about, my initial plan was to have her caught.Dad stopped me. “Let her go,” he had said, “she'll know we are watching her. Let's just watch. Patience, son.”He does have a point, however I don't think I have the patience to wait. Brooklyn is pregnant and with each day that passes, I get anxious.The humming of the mate bond puts me at ease and I sigh. Brooklyn is at peace. I'm sure she already knows that I am not within her reach. The urge to go to her is getting stronger. That's why I need this meeting to wrap up quickly.A chubby index finger points to a location on the map. Dad looks at me through the thin rim of his glasses, “this one?”“No, that.” Logan points to the location on the far

Brooklyn.Viktor sent me back to ‘my room' as he put it, to get ready for the meal. He won't specify.And I wonder what the time is.And now, I'm starting to think that he may end up staying here for long after all.Peace wash over me as hot water cascades down my body. With my eyes opened, I watch Mike Ross’ blood go down the drain. An image of his blood polling around him draws me in and I swallow back the large lump in my throat.Shaking my head, I force everything that has to do with Mike and his death down into a chest and lock it up. Not now.For now, I have to make it out of here. Complete.I look down at the barely bump on my stomach. It looks like I just ate rather than being two months gone. And for a werewolf, it's five months.I encircle my stomach, “hold on little bean, daddy is coming for us.”I don't know how or when, but I know Landon is coming and before then, I have to fight my way out of this place.Sighing, I quickly wash my body and step out of the shower after wa

Brooklyn.Viktor has her neck in a tight grip and it tightens more at her words. He growls at her, fangs exposed. I sit on the floor, watching them. “You had one fucking job, you plastic.”I almost snort.At least, I'm not the only one who thinks that she's indeed a plastic.“To watch over her and keep me updated on your findings,” he hisses at her, hand cutting off her oxygen supply. Sara eyes widen in realization and it takes me nothing to know that she forgot, but she can't speak because of how tight his hold is. She gags, slapping his hand but that doesn't help, instead, he worsens the hold. “Why the fuck am I just finding out about her witch power activation, Sara?”He releases her for a bit. Sara breathes in greedily and tries to step out of his hold, but he isn't letting that happen.“I forgot, okay?” She defends pathetically.“Why? Busy chasing that pussy mate of hers? Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now.” He asks, eyes squinting at her.Sara, as if assured that he isn'

*****Flashback*****“Don't tell me you've gotten attached to her, Jack. Remember she's not your daughter and never will be.” The voice snaps. “I'll come for Brooklyn tomorrow. You have more than twelve hours to prepare her. Until then.” Quiet. Everywhere is quiet in the house, so silent that it's almost disturbing. The call ended? Oh. Shrugging, I take a step closer, suddenly remembering what mom said to do when the conversation that I just heard registers in my brain.Mine. Work for me. Eighteen. Bride. Real parents. Brooklyn.Me.Me.Me. I am Brooklyn. I am the bride. They are not my real..parents?I take a step back. And another. Then an— the sound of a vase crashing in the hallway alerts him. I freeze as I hear the sound of shuffling before his door opens.“Brooklyn?” My eyes snaps up at him. He watches me in confusion before walking towards me. I'm coming for Brooklyn tomorrow.I swiftly turn around and run. “Shit.” As if just realizing why I'm running, he's on my tail.I ru