The Lycan Inheritance의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

My eyes widen. I turn in his arms to properly face him.“What did you say?”He looks at me, his eyes dropping to take in my lips and for a second I want him to do it, I want him to kiss me, but that’s the wanton part of me. The illogical part. I need to focus. I need to get him to talk.“We have a mate-bond.” He says and my shoulders slump. He’s not admitting to anything. He’s just sticking to that same old bullshit line.“Why are you here?” I ask. “Why did you come?”He sighs. “I had sex with Lia.”I gulp, that pain that I felt earlier twists worse than ever because he’s here, in my bed, with his arms around me, admitting to it. As if he has no shame. As if he doesn’t even care how much it hurts me.“I didn’t want to.” He states and his face changes, I see a flash of something awful there for a second.“What?” I reply confused.“She forced…” He trails off, staring at the space beyond me like he’s suddenly powerless. But how can that be. How can a being as strong and powerful as he is

I forced myself away, forced myself to let her go, when all my instincts are to hold her tight and never let her out of my arms again.I could see from Ryker’s face that he thought we’d fucked. As if I would cross that line, as if I would betray Maricela with such an action when she clearly isn’t ready, when she’s told me over and over that she won’t do anything while I’m still with Lia.As I stalk through the corridors, I ignore the looks from the Wolves around me. I can tell they all think I’ve been for a run and that’s why I’m naked, well, they can think what they want. Soon enough they will learn the truth. Soon enough everyone will understand what’s really been happening, and I can see it now, their confused faces as I announce who my true Luna is.I’m in my office, yanking on a pair of jeans when the door opens. “Tillie,” I state.She nods, ducking her gaze like she can’t quite look me in the eyes – although that’s nothing new. Maybe it’s the size of me but enough of my Pack ar

She’s screaming at me. Hurling things.But it doesn’t matter. I’m not backing down. Not from this.“I can’t believe you were with her. I can’t believe…”“Enough.” I growl.“I’m your mate.” She shouts.I take a step back. Yeah, a part of me believes that, but a part of me is not so sure right now. I was so certain this morning though, when I left my office, when I went to find her and then I saw Maricela and everything now feels the complete opposite, like the world has shifted on its axis and it’s spinning in a way that’s making everything so unstable I can’t think logically.“You fucked her? You fucked that whore…”I snarl as my anger takes me. She steps back, visibly flinching as if she didn’t expect me to react like that, as if she believed she could control this situation.“Do not call her that.” I reply.“That’s what she is.” She states. “She’s nothing but a conniving little whore.”I grab her, slamming her into the wall before I can register I’ve even felt the surge of aggressio

I lash out, I buck my back, I try to get free of whatever this is, but it tightens its grip, forcing me down, forcing me further to the bottom.I gulp, swallowing water, feeling it fill up my lungs. Is this drowning? Is this what it feels like? I heard it was peaceful? That you simply slip away and die. This is so different from that.But as my mind registers the awful betrayal, the agony of what my mate has put me through I think there is a part of me that would willingly drown now. That would willingly roll over and die.But I don’t want that. I don’t want to die. I’m Alpha Juan’s daughter for fucksake. I’m better than that, better than this pathetic creature they’re turning me into.I scream out and it comes out so muddled, so contorted against the water swirling around me.And then a hand reaches down, a body dives into the pool and I’m wrenched up, pulled out and all that fearful panic is gone.He slaps my back, helping me cough up all that water as I gasp and heave on all fours.

I stay away, hide away, making sure my door is locked and that no one can get in. I don’t trust the Pack Witch enough to ask for help, for all I know she’s involved in this, she’s the one casting these spells.I know I should speak to Khloe, that shutting her out like this is unfair but I’m struggling. I’m struggling so badly.I’m not sure if it’s her or Ryker behind it, but they make sure that I have food, that all my meals are delivered and while I’m hungry, I more pick at it than truly eat it.I feel sick. Sick and disgusted.Adriel hasn’t touched her since, but that doesn’t make up for what he’s done. It doesn’t remedy all the wrongs. Did he really think I wouldn’t have noticed? Or did he not care? I guess it doesn’t matter either way. He’s burned all his bridges as far as I’m concerned. It’s over. I never want to see him again. I never want to speak to him again.And that alone breaks my heart more than anything else.After a week of self-imposed exile, Khloe clearly has enough a