All Chapters of The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Raine.“Raine!” An angry voice calls out.With a sigh, I stand up from my squatted position and turn to look at the man people mistake as my elder brother. I know what I just did isn't something I am is supposed to do, but fuck rules, right? I don’t feel a little guilty but I have to fake it to get a light punishment. “I told you to stay away from that..child!” He says, his voice going higher with his words that pass his lips.I narrow my gaze at the tone he uses when referring to her. I hated it. “Family, father. She's our family.”“Our ances—”I cut him off with a scoff. “They're not fucking here now, are they?”“Language, child!” He huffs, looking away from me with an agitated look. The news about the werewolf King finding his mate spread so wide and far that it's no secret we heard about it that same day. On a normal note, I would not care. I don't usually care. However, when I heard a rumor that she's a Blueblood, an offspring of a witch and werewolf, I had to check. And I'm gla

Brooklyn.“So..”“Soo..”My lips tilt up. “Sooo..”His gaze remains on me, a smile of his own making his lips. “Soooo..”“Sooooo..” he opens his mouth and my eyes narrow towards it, “if you say so again, I'm going to slap the back of your head.” He chuckles.“Want to tell me why you came in today?” I ask, the tip of my index finger tracing over the books on the shelf as I near his table. “Want to tell me why you sent your guards away?” He asks, eyes trailing me and doing something unfamiliar to me. Pausing, I grin. “Not particularly.”“Not particularly, either.” “Now, that's unfair,” I pout.His head tilts to the side, hands folded on his chest and the paper before him is long forgotten. “Life isn't, little wolf.” Until he picks back the pen and a stack of papers.“Does that mean we have to be unfair?” “No.” Comes his clip answer.Saddened that his attention is no longer on me, I tug out one of the chairs before him and move it to his side. He watches me in confusion, “what are y

Brooklyn.“How do you manage to find me so easily?” Convoluted, I ask the smug, leering male before me.“So you can ditch me again?” He teases, the smug look still present.I fold my hand across my chest, “exactly.” I deadpan. Turning around, I cross the grand asphalt to the lobby. “I mean, by ditching you should be able to tell that I don't want you with me.”Alan, once again, rushes past me to push the lobby glass door as I can pass through. I give him a look. “You take your work a little too seriously.”“What can I say?” He shrugs, “our relationship excites me. Besides, the King will have my head if I don't do my job.” “He won't have your head for overdoing it?” I step inside the cool ground. People litters around and I can sight a few doctors with lab coats on. This place really is like an actual hospital, sometimes, I convince them for humans.“I guess there's only one way to find out.” I glare at his words as I make my way to the reception desk. “Queen Brooklyn, you're the Quee

Brooklyn.“We're going out soon, get ready!” Lan bursts into the room, telling me without glancing at me and walking back outside.Confused, I drop my phone on the bed, then get out of what I deem comfortable enough to decompose into, and trail after my man. I smile softly. My man. Feels good to say. “Where are we going?” I call out, wondering where he has gone. He's just here now, this man walks faster than a Cheetah. I take a big sniff before going down the stairs and into his private study. “Where are we going?” Without knocking, I barge in.Landon, who's on a call, lifts his hand up to silence me. I send him a glare before making myself comfortable on one of his sofas. It's Saturday today and Landon and I decide to stay in.At least, that was the plan we agreed on yesterday. I'll decompose under the soft, cozy duvet with my books in our room, and he'll work on whatever work he has in his study. Sounds like a wonderful plan to me! And it's just 12 in the noon!For three minutes,

Brooklyn.The sound gel coming out of its conferment brings out a squirting noise, one that sends ripples of anxiety down my body. Billie's gaze uplifts to mine, stone blue eyes similar to the anxiety in mine. I pass her a smile I assume not to be a grimace and softly squeeze her hand. I see her body automatically relax under my hold which is strange but I decide not to question it. It's the wrong time for it.“It'll be cold for a while,” Fiona says, eyes glancing at Billie with a soft regard, then at me with a smile. She lets the gel drop on Billie's stomach before using the hand monitor on it. She dabbles around and for a large amount of seconds, the room is a silent choking stillwater. Then I hear it again. I gasp loudly, pulling their attention but my eyes remain trained on the screen.Billie shifts, tracing my gaze. And soon, they both begin to hear it, too. Billie let out a squeak of surprise, jerking back.Although the screen no longer shows the unimaginable segments of a pup,