All Chapters of The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Brooklyn.“Mike, wait up!” I jog lightly down the hallway to meet him.Mike grins, opening his arms so that I can go in. “I know you can never stay away for long.” I roll my eyes and he chuckles. We begin to walk towards the elevator. Hold up, there's an elevator in this pack?! Wow. And I've been going through stairs to get to where I want to?When the elevator opens, Mike and I go in first, then James. Just a floor up, it parts open and two other ladies hop in it. I guess that's why I never knew of it, because of the pack members.The ride to Mike's room is quiet, until James walks away. Then, I turn to Mike, smiling. “Tell me what I've missed.” I ask, flopping back on the soft mattress. It's a simple room. White walls, white bedposts, and table and chair. Even the closet and bathroom doors are white. “This place needs re-modelling,” I comment.Mike looks around, barely smiling. “I guess so.” He shrugs, pulling his bags towards the recliner and zip it open. Then he begins to file

Brooklyn. Groaning, I turn on the bed, wanting that feeling that kept me warm through the night. My eyebrows furrow and my eyes open next when the spot beside me is empty. Tensing, I sit up and sniff. Landon's scent is still potent which relaxes me a little. Then, I remember what he said to me last night. I want to mark you. The word mark gives me a weird pulsation but I shrug it off. Maybe Landon says random things when he sleeps, even though this is the first time he has said that particular word. What I'll do to stay in bed all day. I glance at the alarm on the wooden table beside the bed. 6:06 in the morning. Sighing, I tug the cover off me and get up. Shivering at the coldness that slaps my bare legs, I quickly put on my jeans but keeping his white shirt on, I like the way it scents. And he doesn't seem to mind anyway. After brushing my teeth with an extra toothbrush I found in the bathroom cabinets and washing off the greasiness and drool off my face, I step out of t

Brooklyn.We all gather around the bed. By we —Landon, who's standing over us, a mean glare on his face. Logan, who looks like he's about to cry any moment, at the same time expressionless. And me, well..my hands interlock with her slightly warm ones as I sit on one side of the bed— I proceed to ask the same question I've been asking for hours now. “When will she wake up?”Logan doesn't answer. In fact, I don't think he hears me. My eyes flicker to my mate, the glare on his face softens significantly. “I don't know,” he sighs in fatigue, running his hand over his head. “Fiona said she should wake up soon.”“Fiona has been saying that a lot for the past three days,” I grumble. Landon merely sighs again. Tilting my head, I look at him, really look at him. Landon looks like a dead man. Eyes red and swollen, lips puckered to the side, his clothes rumped. When he sees me staring at him, he says nothing. “When was the last time you had a proper sleep?”“I'm fine,” he says instead, taking a

Brooklyn.My brain pulls up blank. Fiona watches me carefully, trying to gauge my reaction, but the thing is, “what on earth does that mean?”She reels back in surprise and her eyebrows push apart in realization. “Right, you don't know.” My eyes narrow into slits. I'm tired of being kept in the dark, not knowing is dangerous. Always. “Know what?”“There's a rumor going around, about the hybrid. People say they've seen it—”“It?” My gaze doesn't weaver from her. “What do you mean?? And what does that have anything to do with how we can save Billie?”She stands straighter, the happiness in her eyes about telling me, unmatched. “There is no hybrid except one. He's a blasphemous product of a werewolf and a vampire. Many years ago—”I cut her off, “and how is history important right now?”“It's important—”“Again, what does that have to do with saving Billie?” To be honest, I don't know what hybrids are and as much as I want to know more, it's something I can always ask Landon. But right

Landon.Everyone. Every member aside from pups —as long as you can comprehend words— are all sitting below me. They go on rows and rows behind, but I can see and hear them all. Including the whisperings concerning why I ordered their presence. When I step forward, the whole place becomes silent. They stare at me, waiting and I can even scent their eagerness. They have an idea on what I wish to share. I guess rumors will be answered at last. I greet everyone. “Good day, members of the United Kingdom,” murmurs of the pack respond back. “I'm sure many of you have heard about the fact that I've found my mate after years of searching,” I pause. “Well, it's true. I've found my mate and the queen of the United Kingdom.”The loud cheer and hollering makes my lips push upwards, and as much as I want them to jubilate, join them even, I've come here for another reason. The room becomes silent when I clear my throat. “And I'm sure some of you must have heard about her origin.”I don't know if B