Semua Bab The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Brooklyn.Yanking my hand away from Landon, I tap my feet rhythmically on the blue tiled floor. I hear him sigh for the umpteenth time, but I do not glance his way. “It'll be good for you,” he says, “we don't have to come back again after today.” He quickly adds.Smiling sweetly, I peer up at him. “Then, let's make it worthwhile, shall we?”He doesn't respond and just states to me with mixed emotions, however, the most prominent one is sympathy. Swallowing, I look away, that's something I never want my mate to look at me with, pity.But I guess we'll never always get what we want.The door finally opens, sliding into our tension like cake. The doctor, who I have never seen before, steps inside. A flustered look on her face, as if she has been caught doing something she shouldn't do. Her gaze travels between us and they connect with mine, she instantly looks away, the red on her face deepening.Amusement fills me. Now, who's this shy doctor?She bows, “I'm Elina and I'll be your thera

Landon.“Any news?” I ask Logan, passing him a glass of whiskey before sitting opposite of him.He stares into the golden color of the liquid, his hand swirling around, the liquid trailing the movement his hand does. Then he sighs and peeks at me through his eyelashes, “the fact that there's no news is what's more disturbing.”I straighten on the chair, eyes staring right into the brown ones of Logan. “What do you mean there isn't? They are no longer terrorizing the neighboring packs?”He nods stiffly, like he swallowed a block. “I'm afraid so. The agents I assigned all came back with little to no news and the trackers also couldn't find anything.”“And Cynthia?”“Still missing,” he mutters with a loud heave. “We have to get her back, Landon.”Cynthia is one of Logan's best agents. She was situated with another agent of his at one of the packs for information, however, only the other returned back. Bruised and barely alive with no knowledge of her partner.And Cynthia is still missing

Brooklyn.Landon’s fingers dance across my skin as they slide down my arm until they reach my hand. His gaze burning into me, he intertwines our hands.The breath I have no idea I’m holding escapes in a painful wave. Still looking down at the green flowery pattern woven into the material of my shorts, I ask, “How?”“Broo—”Swallowing, I look up, my eyes meeting Landon’s and ignoring everyone else. “Why?”He appears conflicted, eyes not leaving mine but also appearing sorrowful—like seeing me in pain hurts him. “I’m sorry.”Nodding, I let my butt sink into the couch in his pack office. “Who did it?” My gaze meets Billie, the deliverer of the stupid news. “Who did it?”She is about to answer, but Landon beats her to it. “Let’s take a deep breath, baby.”“A deep breath?” I chuckle bitterly. “Really, Landon?? My parents were murdered by who knows what and you’re telling me to take a deep breath?” A short laugh rolls out, accompanied by a shake of my head. “What exactly are we doing?”No r

Landon. These days, the neat whiskey mixed with wolverine appears interesting more than any other things. Aside from Brooklyn who still won't see me. And dang, it hurts like mad. Feels like I'm experiencing a breakup. Now, I understand what humans call heartbreaks, because this is so heart shattering. Is she eating? I itch my forehead when I don't have the answer to that question. Usually, I'm the one who makes the meal for us and now, I have no idea. Goddess, I haven't even met those blue eyes in three days. What's going on? Ducking my head, I pour the remaining content into the back of my throat. Let it burn for a while before gulping it. I am about to reach for the bottle beside me, but when my eyes latch on the stack of papers before me, I think against it. I really shouldn't allow my personal life to affect the pack life. It's not their fault that their King chose to stupidly believe in his childhood friend. I shut my eyes, emitting a deep breath. Why, Sara? Why?? Did you

Brooklyn.I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Mara is my mother.No. Wait.I still can't wrap my head around the fact that she's saying Mara is my mother.My throat suddenly dries, I grab the nearest liquid which happens to be my milkshake and I keep on sucking. And sucking. Eyes wide, staring at the table. I ignore the ones boring into me and keep mine locked on the table.What if it is true? That Mara is my mother?No, that Mara was my mother.That makes Billie my aunt and Miranda and Adam my grandparents.I choke on my chocolate as I begin to cough. Water gathers in my eyes as my mind whirls around. My grandparents? Those pairs??!Fuck, no.“So, to make this straightforward..” I clear my throat to get rid of the hoarseness. “.. Mara and Dean are my parents. Dean is a witch, Mara is the past Beta heir. And I am Beta and blue blood?”Raine nods thoughtfully, “yes. That's why my family isn't cool with you. We can bring them together again.”I squeeze my face and her hopefu