Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE WEREWOLF AND HIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Joyce's POV“What do you want?” I asked when the door creaked open.I was sitting on the window ledge, staring at the garden below. Ever since the meeting with the Magistrate, I had locked myself in my room, crying until sleep came, only to wake and stare at the garden again. Three days had passed without food, and I still wasn’t hungry.Christopher was supposed to be my father, but he left me with strangers, people who didn’t care about me. People who saw me as nothing more than a child-bearing machine. All for what? So I would be protected?If Jaigan truly wanted to kill me, why didn’t he do it when we were in Luke’s room, when he pretended to be a healer?“I heard you’ve refused to eat.” The voice wasn’t Irene’s. “Starving yourself is one way to die, if you think about it. It's just more painful than falling from the window.”It was Marlowe.“What do you want?” I asked again, turning back to the window, refusing to even look at him.“To fulfill the promise I made to your father; to

“Where have you been?” Luke Elderman said. As I smiled to myself while gleefully walking up the stairs, I told myself that I wouldn't let him know, no matter what, that I was training with the hounds. It was something my instincts knew he probably wouldn't like—especially now with the cut that I was sure had turned purplish.But there he was, in my room, sitting on my bed, waiting to catch me in whatever lie I would want to tell him.“Why are you in my room?” I asked, quickly turning away to the other side of the room.He noticed. He got up and approached me.“I came with news, but you haven't answered my question,” he growled.I made sure I turned my back at him, and I took my jacket off. He stood behind me, waiting for me to face him.“What does it matter to you?” I said, frustrated. “I'm staying in the castle, I attend your meetings, and I'm being a pretty good wife if you ask me.”Trying to lighten the mood would not work.“Turn around,” he said.“What?” I asked with my heart caug

Joyce’s POVIt was the day we welcomed the guests and the ceremony of choosing was in two days.I didn't want it to come. I never wanted any of it.I just wanted to be a simple and normal girl who worked in a restaurant as a chef. With an apartment in New York and a simple car with a decent pay-check.Instead , I had a ceremony where I had to choose the man worthy enough to have me as his wife. Again.It was all too insane, and I didn't want it.As the first carriage—with horses and everything— pulled up, wanted to run. To disappear and vanish into thin air.As I conjured in my mind how I was going to run away or dissipate, a hand squeezed mine.It was Luke.I didn't know when she slid right next to me and slide his hand in mine and squeezed it.The public show of affection shocked me. It was unlike him.I looked up at him, looking for an answer in his eyes which were fixed on the arriving visitors, but then I remembered that when Irene was explaining the games of Druskell, she said th

Joyce's POV“ Little Mistress! Little Mistress!” Irene yelled, barging into my room like the castle was set on fire. I dashed up from the bed, with a little saliva at the edges of my lips, wondering what the fuss was all about. “ What? What happened?” I asked drowsily, half asleep. It was four o clock in the morning. “ You'll never believe what my little pair of eyes just saw.” She said grinning from ear to ear as she shook me. “ Stop. What happened.” I asked again, rubbing my eyes. “ Seven of em princes just left in their carriages this morning. Right now as I'm speaking to ya, only six of them remain in the castle. They must have been so blow away with Master Luke's confession of love for you that they went to him this morning and said they're forfeiting the games. All seven of them.” It had to be a dream. If what Irene was saying was true, then that would mean that Luke's chances of winning just grew. Six more princes to go. The lesser the number, the greater the chances. I

“ The first game is called the game of mirrors.” Nael yelled from across the field. Earlier that morning, I woke up feeling uncomfortable than usual. Maybe it was because the day of the first game had finally come, or maybe it was because I was under the same roof with my mother's murderer who threatened to murder me too. I complained to Luke, and he gave Nael permission to take me to the valley of lilies before the game. “ What will the competitors be doing? What's it about.” I asked as I plucked some lilies into a basket Irene had woven for me. “ You came through the Northern portal when you first got here.” He started with a tinge in his voice that said he loved telling stories. “ All the portals of the human world lead to the northern portal. For today's game, they'll be using the Southern portal which leads to the world of shapshifters.” “ Like werewolves?” I asked. “ No, not like werewolves. We call them sifts. It's a dumb name, but they can't transform into wolves, but i