All Chapters of The Lycan Legacy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

They don’t come for hours. I try to sleep, I try to switch off, but I don’t even get close. I take a shower, a long one, a cold one but it makes little difference. After lying in my bed feeling like I’m festering, I get up and grab the werewolf book they gave me feeling like I might as well do something useful to distract myself.When I hear their footsteps, I’m halfway through a chapter on adolescents and what I’m learning is more than alarming because apparently the more powerful the Wolf the sooner they can transform, with the earliest recorded being at ten years old. Ten. If one of my children suddenly flips into a Wolf at ten, I don’t know what I think I’d do.The door opens as I’m pulling a face and Aeron and Cain are there, smouldering in their deliciousness. Suddenly it’s like a flame is lit in me and I let out a moan as I half toss the book.“She wants us again.” Cain says in a tone that should make me blush, only it doesn’t, I’m too lost in my haze to think of it.I’m on my

I can hear noises. Water dripping from somewhere. People walking about on the floors above. Wood creaking. I’m hanging by arms. Suspended from something in the ceiling. They put something over my head so I can’t see.I keep calling out for Aeron. Calling out for Cain too but neither of them respond. Perhaps I’m too far away, but it feels like they’ve done something to block the connection.I whimper. My hands feel so numb it hurts. My toes only just touch the floor. There’s no need to hold me like this, and yet it tells me everything I need to know about what’s going to happen.A door opens. It creaks so loudly. My hair stands on end and I hold my breath as if keeping silent might make me invisible. Might make me disappear.Someone steps up to me, barely inches from where I am, I feel their presence. I can hear their breathing too. It’s low, steady, deep. Another set of footsteps tells me we’re not alone. That there’s now three of us.Whatever is covering my head is yanked off and I bl

He hasn’t come back. I guess I should be grateful for that. That at least he’s decided it’s futile to continue fucking me rather than force me to endure it just because he can.I’m laying on the floor, staring at the bare walls. Perhaps, if I were more concerned for my own wellbeing, I would have requested a better room. An actual bed. But I’d rather this was how it was. I’m a prisoner after all. I’m not going to pretend otherwise, even for the sake of small comforts.Lira hasn’t come back. I feel a pang of guilt because I know Knox has hurt her. Perhaps I should have been kinder to her but still, she wasn’t helping me, she did the bare minimum.A She-Wolf brought me food. She looked more than a little frightened as she appeared, and she pretty much tossed the bowl onto the floor, before running.I ate it but as soon as the food hit my belly, I was puking it back up as if something in it was poisonous and as my gut wrenches, my fear spikes that that is his new plan. To force me to mis

I blink, opening my eyes. Though I’ve technically been unconscious, I’ve felt every minute of this. Every moment of my pain as well as Rosalie’s. And I’ve relived every second of it too, like a flashback over and over. Of how they attacked me. Of how they stole her away.I try to sit up and someone is there, helping me. I want it to be Rosalie but as my eyes focus, I can see it’s not. Her hair is too dark, her features are too much like mine, like Aeron’s.“It’s okay.” Layla says.I let out a low growl. No, it’s not. Nothing is okay. My mate is gone. Stolen. And I wasn’t able to help her. To defend her. What good am I if I can’t even do that?“Cain?” Someone gasps from the doorway.I look up, my heart freezing at the voice. I know that voice. It sings to my soul. It touches parts of me nothing else could.“Rosalie?” I murmur, frowning.She’s half crying, rushing across the room, throwing herself on me and I shut my eyes breathing in her scent. Only, she smells off. She smells… my Wolf

I stay awake watching her. Watching them. They’re curled into each other, holding each other so tightly.The awful stench of Knox is long gone from her skin, but I can feel my Wolf urging me to grab her, to claim her, to make her ours again. I clench my jaw, fighting down the feral thoughts. I can’t do that. I saw the way she reacted, the way she half jumped when she realised we were here, in her room.She needs time. Cain needs time too. Hell, we all do. I slip from the bed as quietly as I can. I know they will heal. I know we’ll move on from this and it’ll all be some horrible memory we can forget about.And soon enough we’ll be welcoming our pups. Our pups. That thought sends a shiver of something through me.I glance back at her. She still looks so fragile and yet she’s proven she’s not. She’s shown everyone her strength, her fierce fight for survival. I feel a wave of pride at that. That she is our mate.I creep out of the room, shutting the door only enough to give them privacy