บททั้งหมดของ Mate me at Hollywood : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

LEONARDO's POV. For the bajillionth time, the soldier’s baton hits my jaw. I spit out more blood, laughing, as if this is just another Tuesday in my life. Roman, seated at his throne, stops his soldier to ask me. “Is something funny?” The soldier forces my head up as I reply, "Everything about you is fucking hilarious, Sinclair. Did you really have to chain me at the center of the palace?" His sadistic smirk answers before he even opens his mouth. "How else do I use you as a scape goat to warn other courageous idiots?" "Ah, so I’m not just a prisoner—I’m exemplary punishment. Lucky me." Roman leans back, fingers tapping against the throne arm. "Exactly. You make people think twice before stepping out of line. It’s quite effective, wouldn’t you agree, buddy?" "If your goal was to terrify everyone, congratulations. I’d be scared too... if I weren’t so busy plotting how to turn this throne room into a disaster zone." His eyes narrow, half-amused, half-offended. "There he is.. th

LEONARDO's POV"You..." Roman snickers. "A lowly omega. Who I did a favor by giving the gift of lycanthropic abilities. You dare challenge me?""I didn't stutter the first time I talked, did I?"I sound confident, but deep down, every part of me is flipping out. Omega versus Alpha?? This has never been done. Not even heard of. If it has been done, the omega never lived to tell the story. Wolves like me naturally do not have half the strength or skill that Alphas possess.But I'm really doing this, aren't I? Oh shit, I am."I challenge you for the throne," I hear myself repeat. What the fuck are you doing, Leo?!"Oh well. If you insist. This should be fun," replies Roman, then he blows a kiss at Lara. "Once your boyfriend is dead, I don't mind putting a baby in you.""Go to hell, dumbass," she snaps.I stand my ground, staring at Roman like I could knock him down with my glare alone.Damn the stubborn fire in my heart that never lets me quit. But if I can bring down a tyrant tonight, t

"See for yourself," she replies, and hands me her phone.I hesitate, before reading aloud, "Leonardo Knight and Lara Bello pictured emerging mysteriously out of the Angeles Forest. Weren't they declared missing two days ago?"I zoom in on a picture of a very cheerful me being carried by Leo. We didn't know we were being watched. These celeb gossip blogs need a comprehensive course on: minding their own business, getting a life, or at least learning a hint of boundaries. Unfortunately, their motto is "if it's juicy, we'll squeeze it.""Do you think the fans might have put two and two together... figured everything out?" Leo asks Mickie. She closes her mouth, cracking her knuckles. "Most likely. Your fans are pretty much detectives. Now, we need to figure out how to take advantage of this buzz.""Buzz?""Yes! Should I arrange an interview where you discuss this new side of you? Perfect!" She gasps, lightening up like an idea bulb. "Or a Netflix documentary?! Or a tell-all memoir about—

"Armed robbery is a crime. A felony," Professor Cooper says, chalk squealing against the board.Good to know. I wonder if emotional robbery counts, because my last professor stole my sanity before resigning.Now, the new one is standing right where scandal used to breathe. Which makes me wonder: what kind of man takes the job left behind by Professor Norman?The excitement of Las Vegas burned bright and fast, and now it’s over. Leonardo’s back to scripts, cameras, and flashing lights. I’m back to textbooks, lectures, and Lord Denning. Unfortunately, going through a scary experience which has likely traumatized me for life — does not excuse me from missing classes. And after clawing my way out of almost being expelled, flunking out isn’t an option.So here I am. Back in class. Back like I never even disappeared at all... I mindlessly doodles a weirdly shaped body part on my notebook, as a peaceful tune plays in my head. La la la.."Lara Bello."Huh?"Bello!"Shit, that's my name. My

If it isn’t mine… then it belongs to someone else. Someone who knows about werewolves, and feels the need to protect themselves.A chill slides down my spine.But in my head, the question gnaws and claws: Who?Agonizing, loud howls shatter the silence. My head whips to the direction of the howls, but it's coming from nowhere and everywhere, from the walls and from the ceiling. It echoes again, louder like a battle cry. Silas' face is stuck between worry and fear. "What is that? Are there werewolves living somewhere this bar?" I ask, concern etched on my forehead.That would be the only explanation for why Silas never wants any real customers. This isn't an actual bar, but a hideout for werewolves."Leave now, Lara," he says, his hand almost pushing my back."You're the one who brought me here when you sent that note." I keep my feet solid on the marble floor."I made a mistake. I thought it was you who hurt the—"Ouuuuwwww. The sound reminds me of an injured, bleeding werewolf."Is