All Chapters of The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Brooklyn.Screw it.My body is vibrating with so much anger and hurt. No one mentions this part about love, just the mushy, fluttering part of it. And gah, maybe I won't have entered or edited this part if I know it hurts this much.It's always the one who loves you that hurts you the most.A tear that I don't know was building, rolls down my cheeks and pulls at my chin. “How long will this go on?”He moves on his feet, eyes wide in panic as it filters through mine. “Please, don't cry. I hate to see you cry. Please.” He begs with a painful voice.I hate the way my face screws up and a sob breaks out. I bury my face into the inside of my elbow. “Then don't make me cry. Why are you doing this to me?”Landon steps closer to me, then pauses. His body tenses, waiting for my refusal, but when I don't say anything about that. He sighs and yanks me into his embrace. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby.”I don't know when my hands go around his midriff. I clung onto his shirt as my shoulders trembl

Brooklyn.I suck in my lower teeth as I try to comprehend what is truly going on here. “So..”“Quick one. Remember when I said everyone at home is excited to see you?” My stomach drops, “well, everyone but my dad. He doesn't know about it.” “What?”She winces. “I didn't exactly tell him. He banned me from using my magic, so..I kind of went behind his back?”Ignoring the approaching troll, I fully turn to her and whisper for the third time in three minutes. “What?”“Goddess, Brooklyn. Say something else already!” She groans. What bothers me isn't the fact that she didn't tell him —seeing as she told me she he isn't fond of me— but the terrifying look on her.Like she's about to be in a big mess.My mouth opens to refute her, then shut when the said father stops right before us. He doesn't spare me a glance and keeps his gaze on his daughter.Raine shrinks, stepping behind me slightly. I gape. Is this girl serious right now?! I should be the one hiding behind her, not her behind me. I

Brooklyn.Raine looks around the room, at everyone else. Then back at me, she nudges her head towards the door at the back of the room. A little distant from where others are. Nodding, I follow her into the room.It's a closet filled with..tree and leaves? There are little teddy and wolf structures. In different colors. My guards raise up when I have a distinct idea of what those are used for.“We don't use that, Brooklyn.” Raine assures, coming to stand before me, blocking my view of the terrifying things that decorated the room.“Then why is it there?” I spit, a harsh glare forming on my face at the fact that they can also harm one of my people. But these are my people, too! “You'd hurt one of mine?”“Geez, no.” She looks hurt that I'll even ask such a thing. “We are your people, too, Brooklyn. No one can win against you here. Not even my father. You have that much power…and we just store them here. Not everyone of your own wants you well. Remember?”Looking away, I retreat. Her wor

Landon.“Yo, bro.” Billie bursts into my office. A sigh escapes my lips, and she frowns at that. “Don’t act like I am disturbing your miserable ass.”“Well…” I intertwine my fingers and place them under my chin, my elbows on the table. “…you are disturbing my miserable arse.”She chuckles. “I come bearing news.”“Don’t you have some work to do?” I ask, going back to editing and proofreading the letter of acceptance I asked Maddie to write. We found a few rogues who sought shelter, and after being under surveillance for a few months, I decided to pass them to another pack. My signature is important, and since it’s Maddie’s first, I can’t just blindly sign the papers. “I have pending errands, Beta Billie.”She glares. “Don’t you dare.”I stare at her from the top of my glasses, a deadpan look on her. “Do you want me to try?”She groans, getting up and crossing over to the door. “I just finished checking out some of the businesses, for Pete’s sake,” she grumbles.“Have a nice time finish

Brooklyn.For the second time that year, I feel the stabbing pain of looking at someone you love. A family. It's so wrong on so many levels because I can save them. I could have saved her…but alas, there are always losses with me being a blue blood.The men lower her coffin into the ground. I can hear the cries, smell the tears, feel the pain. Like it's me who died and yet refuses to die.I blow out air from my mouth and glance skyward, trying not to let the burning, salty water roll down my face, but it's useless. Swallowing, I wipe the tears that go to the side of my face.For the first time in my life, I watched someone die right in front of me. I remember her last words clearly. They play like a broken record in my head..one I can't stop until I accept the fact that she's gone.Just…gone.Raine's loud sniffs pull me to her. Her eyes refuse to close as she watches the coffin go lower and lower into the dug ground.With a sigh, I yank her to me and she breaks down in multiple sobs.