Semua Bab The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Landon.I walk into my study and, as expected, everyone is there. Sighing, I cross over to my chair before sitting. Ignoring them all, I pick up one of the folders I brought from the pack office to study here, since I can’t be far from my mate. I take out one of the papers and switch on my system.All at once, I feel the holes their eyes are digging into my skin. It’s only a matter of time before they speak.I pick up my glasses and perch them on my face before starting my work. In the midst of signing, reading, and trying to catch errors, I begin to forget the people taking up space in my room.“You’re really not going to say anything?” Maddie —in her usual high-pitched voice— demands.It was only a matter of time. I look up from above my glasses. Her mouth hangs open in disbelief, and I roll my eyes at her dramatics. Why did her assignments end so soon?“She’s right, son,” Mother says, more softly. “You need to talk about this. We need to talk about this.”I pull off my glasses and

BrooklynI sit by the window, counting the minutes until Landon’s return, even though he didn’t mention when he would in his letter.The letter. A little blush coats my cheeks as I recall it. It’s already imprinted in my mind because I read it over five times, not willing to get over it yet. My breath comes out short as I realize the fact again: I love him.The front door opens, and someone walks in. I frown but don’t move from my spot. From what I know, only Landon and I have access to the front door.A familiar scent that’s not yet stabilized in my mind floats in. I look up at the face. Maddie. She smiles widely when she sees me, and I try not to grimace.“How did you get in?” I choose to ask instead.“I live here,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. I lift my eyebrows. Funny how Landon, in his sweet full letter, forgot to mention that we’re taking in his baby sister. She watches me.“You didn’t know?” Then scoffs. “Of course, you don’t. I’ve been staying here f

LANDON“You’re not thinking straight,” my dad says before he crosses the doorway of my office. I continue to scribble angrily on the paper. He shuts the door behind him. “You are putting the people in danger,” he adds, trying to make me see sense.I cling to the pen, the clenching of my fist around it makes it snap, and I let the broken pieces fall on the table. Forcing in a deep breath, I look up at my father. “If it were Mum, would you tell me this?”He looks taken aback by my question and flounders for an answer before sighing. “No.”Sweeping the broken pieces aside, I grab another pen from its holder. “Anything else?”“Son—”“Father,” I call out in warning. Maybe he is King. He’ll do worse or better—I don’t particularly care. But I am King, and when it comes to the ones I hold dearly, I’ll do anything. Anything. “Anything else?” I repeat.In resignation, he steps away from my table. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” With one last contemplative look my way, he walks out of the o

Brooklyn.“Hi, there, Q.B.”My eyes roll skywards at the name, I don't even need to turn around to know he is the one. Instead, I slam the car door shut and bring out my phone.Alan steps into the passenger seat and twists back to look at me.My eyes lift up to him as my nose crinkles, “what?”He smiles, shrugging before turning front. He taps on the driver who brings to drive away from home and my sweet mate.Shrugging, I look back to my phone when it pings. My eyebrows furrow when I see that someone is sending me mail. Intrigued, I tap on it and the message tab opens. My eyes part open softly when I see Landon's Gmail address as the sender.I read through it. I gasp softly at what it entails. Alan looks back at me, but I ignore his concerned looks. Is he serious, right now??? To be sure, I read it again.Dear Brooklyn McBroom,I hope this message finds you well.This is to formally invite you as one of the chair holders of the council members for the innate inauguration of the chair

Brooklyn.“This is the longest we've been without speaking to each other.” Mike slides into the bench before me, hands on the table, headset around his neck, with a conflicted look in his eyes. “I don't like it.”“Try the first two months,” I mutter, not looking up from the book I'm reading —which I can no longer read because he is here.Mike groans loudly, “I'm trying to settle with you here.” When I don't see Maddie with him, I glance around, just to see her sitting two tables away. She waves tentatively, a sheepish smile on her face. “She's sorry, you know? She had no idea.”“You're what?” I finally look at my friend, “her mouth piece now?”He reels back in. “Don't do that, Brooklyn.”My gaza falls on her again, and this time, she looks away. Guilt shimmer in my heart and I sigh. I'm just being unnecessarily mean because now I have to share my friend instead of being happy for him like he is for me.. that's selfish of me.“Whatever, call her over.” I grumble.Mike hesitates, I lift