All Chapters of The lost packs: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

*Kattie* I’ve been waiting forever, it feels like. The silence in this cell is suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy shroud. I keep glancing at the door, half-expecting Zombie to burst in, but the minutes stretch into an eternity. The last time I saw him, he hurried off to warn so eone, but who, and about what? I can’t shake the feeling that something is brewing outside these walls, something dangerous.Finally, the door creaks open, and he steps in, his presence filling the dim space,but he looks different… dirty, disheveled, and more than a little frantic. My heart skips. “What’s happening?” I demand, trying to read his expression, but he’s a master of masks. He strides forward and, with a swift motion, unlocks my chains. The clinking of the metal echoes in the stillness, and I rub my wrists, feeling the ghost of confinement fade. “Follow me,” he says, his voice low and urgent, cutting through my anxiety like a knife. Without waiting for a response he walks back out. “Wh

*Thorn* The door swings open, and the harsh fluorescent lights flood the room, burning into my eyes like a thousand needles. I squint against the glare, my heart pounding wildly as two figures step inside… Christopher, with that insufferable smirk plastered across his face, and a man I’ve never seen before, but the air around him crackles with authority. He must be the new mayor. Behind them their lackeys enter. “Ah, Thorn,” Christopher says, his tone dripping with feigned cordiality. “Allow me to introduce you to Mayor Price. He’s very interested in your… lineage.” The mayor steps closer, his sharp eyes scrutinizing me as if I’m a specimen under a microscope. “I’ve heard whispers that you’re the son of Alpha Noble, the late mayor of this city. Is it true?” I lock my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. The legacy of my father is mine alone. I won’t let them use it against me. “Speak,” the mayor presses, his voice low and commanding. “Your silence only complic

*Thorn* The pain is a dull throb now, a background noise that blends with the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. I’m slumped in the chair, my body a marionette with severed strings, barely hanging on to consciousness. I can feel the bruises blooming across my skin, each one a testament to their cruelty. I know they’ll keep coming, keep pushing, until I’m nothing but a broken shell. But I will keep fighting, and keep my mouth shut. I can handle pain, I am used to pain… probably more than anyone else realises. I brace myself, waiting for the next wave of agony, but then I hear the creak of the door. “Don’t bother,” I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not telling you anything.” “I’m not here to hurt you,” comes a voice, soft yet steady. I blink hard, forcing my eyes to focus through the haze of pain and fatigue. I can barely make out the figure standing in the doorway, but as she steps closer, my heart jolts with recognition. “Teyla?” I croak, my voice scratc

*Amber* The room feels heavy with emotions as I stand beside Kattie, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air like a thick fog. I can see the conflict swirling in her eyes, the remnants of a love that feels both ancient and fresh. “You did a strong thing, Kattie, sending him to talk with Laura… You did not need to care,” I say softly, trying to break through the wall she’s built around her heart. “And you faced him. You faced all of this. It’s not easy.” Her gaze falters, the slightest tremor in her voice as she replies, “But I can’t force Tjeck to still love me. What if I’m just a ghost haunting his new life? I don't want to be that.” I shake my head, determined to pierce through the doubt that clings to her like a shadow. “You don’t have to do that. He loves you, if it was not clear from his reaction, he told me. Even if he’s with Laura, he still loves you. That kind of love doesn’t just disappear, Kattie… You two are mates. It lingers, it festers, it waits for the righ

*Thorn* I'm still trying to wrap my mind around what’s happening, the pain in my body fading into the background like an old song I can’t quite remember. Teyla is here, and she’s serious. The audacity of her plan is almost laughable, but I can’t deny the fire in her eyes, the determination that pulls at something deep within me. And then she begins to undress. I watch her, my breath hitching as the fabric of her shirt peels away to reveal smooth, soft skin and the most perfect breasts. She moves with a fluid grace, each motion deliberate and enticing, as if she’s dancing to a rhythm only she can hear. My heart races, the dull ache in my body forgotten in the wake of her confidence. It’s an intoxicating sight, and I wish more than anything that I could reach out and touch her, to feel that warmth against my scarred hands. But my arms are bound to the chair, a cruel reminder of my current predicament. I try to shift, to help her as best I can, but the restraints hold me back. Teyl